"Just issue a statement saying you have nothing to do with her, and the stock will bounce right back."
Damien's hand, hidden beneath the table, clenched into a fist.
These people, these self-righteous elites, were pressuring him to abandon the woman he had nearly given his life to get back.
The woman whose life they had ruined, who was still silently enduring it all.
"And if I don't choose?"
Damien's voice was so cold it could have come from the depths of hell.
Julian shrugged. "Then don't blame us for calling a vote of no confidence. According to the company's bylaws, if more than half the board agrees, the chairman can be removed."
He had already bribed most of the board members.
He was sure to win this round.
Just as the standoff reached its peak, the air nearly solid with tension, a sound cut through the silence.
A sharp ping.
A text notification from Damien's personal phone, which was sitting on the table.
Only a handful of people had this number.
Besides Felix, it was Grace.
Damien's heart skipped a beat.
A wave of panic he had never felt before washed over him.
Ignoring the stares of everyone in the room, he picked up the phone with a trembling hand.
The screen lit up.
There was only a short line of text.
Sender: Grace.
[Damien, it's time to let go. You go on being Mr. Clarke, and I'm going to try living a life where no one is cursing my name. I had Elliot deliver the divorce papers to the front desk. Goodbye.]
In that instant, all the sounds around Damien faded away.
Julian's shouting, the board members' whispers—it all became meaningless background noise.
In his world, only one word remained, cold and final.
Goodbye.
She said goodbye.
She was leaving.
While he was on the front lines, fighting for her, she had thrown down her armor and fled alone.
No, not fled.
She had lost all hope.
She had completely given up on this world.
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