FAZER LOGINSix months later, I sat in my private office and flipped through a new project proposal.A knock sounded.Richard stepped inside, barely containing his grin. "Mr. Gibson, the quarterly financials just came in. Net profit is up 20% above projections.""Good work. Let everyone know dinner's on me tonight. That new Black Pearl place."I closed the folder and stretched, feeling genuinely good.After I cut Deborah out of my life, my career took off. With no more internal strain, I poured everything into work. I closed several major deals and earned a promotion to senior partner.When I stepped out of the building that evening, a black Maybach waited at the curb. I recognized it at once.The window rolled down. Hannah sat inside, flawless and striking, watching me with the same cool, composed expression she always wore.One eyebrow lifted slightly. A hint of warmth lingered behind her eyes, though her voice stayed even. "Mr. Gibson, care to join me for dinner?"I walked over, opened
After Matthew's outburst at my office backfired, he became a joke within our social circle.Deborah's situation only worsened.The court summons arrived as scheduled.On the day of the hearing, a light rain fell.I sat at the plaintiff's table and looked across at Deborah in the defendant's seat. She looked hollow, but I felt nothing.Gregory, serving as my attorney, presented the evidence piece by piece. "Your Honor, the defendant, Deborah Jones, misappropriated assets totaling 400,000 dollars from my client, Leonard Gibson, on multiple occasions during their relationship, using a startup venture as a cover. After the project collapsed, she refused to return the funds. There is also substantial evidence of financial fraud."As Gregory laid out each point, the color drained from Deborah's face. She tried to argue, but the bank statements and transfer records before the court left her words empty.The final piece of evidence broke her."Your Honor, this is a chat log between the
Hannah's words sent a jolt through my chest, but I forced it down before it could take hold.This was not the time. I still had a fight ahead of me.…A few days later, I sat in the middle of a meeting when the front desk called the internal line.The receptionist spoke in a tight voice. "Mr. Gibson, could you come out, please? There's a man at the front desk claiming to be your friend. He's causing a scene and refuses to leave no matter what we say."I knew who it was before she finished. I excused myself from the conference room and walked out to the lobby.As expected, Matthew stood at the front desk, shouting loud enough to draw a crowd from nearby offices."Leonard! Get out here!"He saw me and stormed over, wearing the expression of someone convinced he held the moral high ground."What gives you the right to freeze Debbie's accounts? Do you have any idea she can't even pay her hospital fees right now?" He jabbed a finger toward my face. "You got tired of her and threw h
Deborah's good days did not last long.My pullout hit harder than I had expected.In less than two weeks, her cultural tourism project collapsed. It had relied on my funding from the start. Without it, nothing held it together. Investors pulled out, and creditors began showing up at her door.Matthew, who had never lived within his means, wasn't built for being broke.…On Saturday afternoon, I sat in an upscale café in the city center, reviewing the final lawsuit documents with Gregory."Leonard, Deborah's accounts have been frozen. She's flat broke and carrying significant debt." Gregory pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up, unable to hide the note of satisfaction in his voice."Good work." I took a sip of my coffee and felt genuinely pleased.The glass door swung open, and a familiar figure walked in.Deborah looked worn down. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes wrinkled, and the sharp, driven energy she once carried was gone.She scanned the room, spotted me, and headed straig
At 11:30 p.m. that night, I heard quick footsteps in the hallway and the rumble of suitcase wheels across the floor, followed by Deborah trying the door code."Incorrect password." The mechanical voice carried clearly through the quiet corridor."What's going on? Why isn't the code working?" Irritation bled into her voice."Debbie, don't tell me he actually changed the locks." Matthew's tone tightened with alarm.Three hard knocks struck the door."Leonard! Open this door! What do you think you're doing, changing the locks? My stuff is still in there!"I sat on the sofa and sipped my ice water at my own pace. I did not look up."Leonard! This is going too far! You can't just throw me out on the street, even if we're breaking up!"She was loud enough to wake the neighbor across the hall. His door opened."Keep it down out there! Some of us are trying to sleep," the old man snapped.Deborah lowered her voice but kept pounding.I set down my glass, walked to the door, and press
I had barely cleared the hotel lobby when I heard quick footsteps behind me.Deborah caught up, breathing hard, and grabbed my arm. "Leonard! Just let me explain!"She still had red wine on her face. She looked like a mess.I looked at her without any warmth at all. "Let go."She held on with both hands, and there was real panic in her voice. "Leonard, don't do anything rash. You can't joke about pulling the investment. The project is at a critical stage right now. If you pull out, everything I've worked for will be gone."So that was why she had run after me—the project.I smiled, but there was nothing pleasant in it. "What happens to your project is not my problem. You spent my money keeping another man. Did you think I was running a charity?""That's not it, Leonard! Matt and I just lost our heads for a moment!" She pushed on urgently, running the same script she always used on me. "He was the one who came after me. These things happen. You're the one who actually matters to







