Logan paused, then let out a soft, bitter laugh. "All those years, I nearly ran myself into the ground for the Brooks Corporation. I worked so hard I bled into my stomach lining from stress and alcohol. Honestly, I'm not out to punish you for the divorce. If anything, I'm thankful you gave me the chance to see things clearly and get out of that mess early." Vivian's face turned pale, her expression hardening into steel. His callous words hit her like a slap, and her fists curled tight, trembling at her sides. Get out of that mess. So that's what it was to him—being with her had felt like suffering. She stood there, stunned, unsure how to respond. Meanwhile, Logan rose from his seat, pulled a bill from his wallet, and laid it on the table to cover the coffee. "Let Ben go," he said. "He's lost all faith in the Brooks Corporation. He's not coming back." He meant every word. In a way, he understood exactly how Ben felt. "With Julian still holding the position of VP, there
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