LOGIN“A good friend?” Pete repeated, his voice rising with disbelief as his eyes darted between Zoe and the man standing far too comfortably beside her.His chest heaved as he struggled to contain the anger surging through him, his fingers curling into tight fists at his sides. “You think I’m blind? You two were making out right here, and you say he’s just a friend?”His voice cracked at the end, not just from rage, but from something deeper; betrayal hitting him harder than he expected.Zoe didn’t flinch. Instead, she chuckled, a low, careless sound that carried no trace of guilt. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a smirk that only fueled Pete’s fury.“So what?” she said, her tone light, almost mocking. “Wasn’t that what we used to do?” Her eyes held his for a moment, daring him to respond, to challenge her further.“Exactly, man,” the man cut in smoothly, stepping forward with a confidence that made Pete’s blood boil even more. “Don’t be so petty. Zoe and I haven’t know
“I knew I couldn’t count on any of you.” Pete muttered under his breath, shaking his head slowly as disappointment settled deep into his bones, heavier than anything he had ever felt before.His eyes looked dull, stripped of the arrogance that once defined him, replaced now with a tired frustration that refused to leave his chest. “You’re all ingrates.” He added, his voice low but firm, as though he was trying to convince himself that the fault wasn’t entirely his, that the world had somehow turned against him unfairly.He released a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling unevenly as his heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears, each thump echoing like a reminder of how far he had fallen in such a short time.Just as he tried to steady himself, his phone suddenly started ringing, the sharp sound cutting through the silence around him.Without even glancing at the screen, he picked it up immediately, his movements quick and almost desperate, as though he was clinging to the possibility
“Eric, trust me.” Pete said, reaching forward with both hands as though his words alone were not enough to convince him, his fingers wrapping tightly around Eric’s hands in a desperate attempt to hold him in place. “Once I have the money, I can start over. Trust me, okay?”His voice carried a strain that hadn’t been there before, a raw edge of desperation that made it clear he was no longer the confident man who once gave orders and expected obedience without question.“Eric,” another voice broke out sharply from the bedroom door, interrupting the tension that hung in the air. “Come help me.”Both men turned their heads at the same time, their eyes landing on a woman who stood by the door, half naked, trying to cover herself with a curtain she had hastily wrapped around her body, her impatience obvious from the way she shifted her weight and frowned slightly.Pete had come to Eric immediately after Martins disappointed him, holding on to the faint hope that at least one person in his
After packing what they needed, one of the officers stepped forward with a firm, practiced expression and pressed a wide strip of paper across the company’s glass door, sealing it carefully in a bold cross pattern.The words Closure Seal were printed in thick, unforgiving letters, impossible to miss, impossible to ignore, and as the adhesive clung tightly to the surface, it felt as though it wasn’t just the building being shut down, but Pete’s entire existence being locked away without appeal.Pete stood a few steps away from the entrance, his body frozen in place as his eyes remained fixed on the seal, wide and unblinking, while his mouth hung slightly open in disbelief.The reality of what had just happened refused to settle in his mind properly, as though his brain was struggling to process the collapse of something he once believed was untouchable.The once-busy entrance of Jordan Group now looked lifeless, stripped of movement, stripped of pride, stripped of everything that had o
She maintained that polite smile while she slowly removed his jacket from her body, her fingers moving carefully along the sleeves as though she didn’t want to crease it or mishandle something that had been offered with sincerity.The warmth it had given her faded almost immediately as the night air brushed against her arms again, but she did not hesitate or reconsider.Instead, she lifted the jacket slightly and stretched it toward him with calm composure, her expression unchanged.“The coffee…” she started, her voice soft but clear, her eyes meeting his just long enough to acknowledge the meaning behind his gesture. There was no confusion between them, no need for explanation. “Maybe another day.”Her tone carried a quiet finality, one that was gentle yet firm enough to leave no room for misinterpretation.It wasn’t a rejection filled with hostility, but it was also not an invitation to persist.Oscar reached out and took the jacket from her.Their fingers almost touched for a brief
Petra and Oscar walked slowly out of the hall moments later. The tension from inside still lingered faintly in the air, but outside, the night felt calmer, cooler, and almost detached from everything that had just happened.Petra took a quiet breath as she stepped out, as though she was finally leaving behind a chapter she had endured for far too long.Standing outside, she slowly turned to face him."Mr. Wesley," she said with a polite smile, her voice steady but carrying a trace of sincerity. "Sorry about this. I failed to deal with my personal affairs, leading to trouble for the company."She dipped her head slightly as she spoke, not out of weakness, but out of professionalism. Despite everything that had happened, she still held herself accountable.Meanwhile, Oscar was busy removing his jacket as she spoke.He listened, his movements calm and unhurried. Once he pulled the jacket off, he turned toward her, holding it in his hands for a brief second before stepping closer."It's n
The chaos inside the hall had reached its peak.Pieces of cake lay scattered across the floor, smeared under hurried footsteps. Fruits rolled lazily across the polished tiles, and fragments of wooden decorations were spread near the stage like the aftermath of a small storm.The once elegant event
The entire hall had fallen into a strange silence after Petra’s cold declaration about the divorce.The atmosphere that had earlier been filled with murmurs and scattered arguments now carried a tense stillness, the kind that made every small movement feel louder than it should.Pete stood there fo
Pete finally finished buttoning his shirt, though his hands were still trembling slightly from the shock of what had just happened.The air around him felt thick and suffocating.Cameras were still flashing, reporters still crowding around, voices still rising from every corner of the hall.For a m
Elizabeth had marched halfway into the grand hall in a storm of fury, but the moment she reached the center and noticed the cluster of reporters standing only a few steps away, she halted so abruptly that Kevin almost bumped into her from behind.The microphones stretched toward her like thin black







