Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Menu His sobs, his regret, his reluctance... that night, he wasn’t the handsome, mature, confident CEO of the Shaw Corp, nor the domineering Julian. He was a boy who’d broken a promise and lost the girl he loved. He longed to go back, to turn back time, to show her he wouldn’t make the same mistake again... but he finally understood–there was no going back.

The night was long, filled with memories of us. He remembered the first time he saw me... Overwhelmed by the memories, the beauty and fondness intensified his pain. We’d given each other our best years. He should have been the one holding my hand, walking with me. He should have.

The night was short, dawn approaching, but he selfishly wanted to stay a little longer, to stretch the moment into eternity.

At dawn, he left. I opened my eyes silently, watching him go. I hadn’t slept. Just like that night he’d taken Rita’s call on the balcony, leaving the room, and I watched his back, the last bit of hope extinguished. This time, watching him go, I knew our eight years were over. This chapter of our lives was closed. Whatever happened, whatever we felt–it was all over. My eyes felt slightly sore; my heart felt like it had been drenched in autumn rain.

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I was discharged from the hospital that morning. Sherry handled the paperwork. Leaving the ward, I wanted to visit Evan. I owed it to him, professionally and personally. But when I reached his room, I saw several people inside. To avoid causing trouble or sparking rumors, I decided to wait until he returned to his apartment.

After the hospital, I went to the police station to give a supplemental statement, then went home. The man in black had been apprehended, but he denied being hired by Rita, claiming he was a friend who acted on his own after seeing her being bullied.

Rita played the victim, claiming amnesia. The Gus, using their usual tactics, said she had mental health issues, presenting a doctor’s diagnosis. But since she’d stabbed Evan, getting away with it would be difficult. I returned home after my statement.

That afternoon, Julian sent a message through Sherry. He agreed to the divorce, offering a two–hundred–million–dollar settlement.“She can choose the date. Let me know when she decides.” “...Okay.” Sherry paused before replying. She came into the room and told me.

“Mm.” I nodded calmly, as if I’d expected it.“Tomorrow morning at ten. Meet at the civil affairs bureau.”