All Chapters of The Goodbye he regretted : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The next morning, Damien dressed in a sharp suit and polished leather shoes. Looking every bit the powerful executive, he headed to Ashford Hotel.The moment he walked into the main lobby, he noticed a clear shift in atmosphere. When Damien visited the hotel a year ago, he found its service lacking and wasn't impressed by how it was managed.Stepping inside today, however, everything felt completely different. The entire place had been transformed into a top-tier luxury venue. Maureen Ashford clearly knew how to run an operation, and Damien knew better than to underestimate her."This is Mr. Damien vance, head of Vance Corporation," Lucas said as he approached the front desk, addressing the manager on duty. "He needs a word with Ms. Ashford."The secretary smiled politely but stood her ground. "I'm sorry, sir. Ms. Ashford is not seeing anyone without an appointment."Lucas frowned, his voice rising in frustration. "He is the CEO of Vance Corporation! Does he really need to book a meet

"Mr. Vance... I need a second," Lucas rasped, leaning heavily against the concrete handrail.The hotel’s architecture featured grand, high-vaulted ceilings, meaning every single flight contained far more steps than a standard office tower. By the time they reached the eighth floor, lucas was completely gassed, his knees wobbling with every forced step.Damien glanced back over his shoulder, his facial expression entirely composure and discipline. "Keep moving, Lucas . We only have two floors to go. Don't let your legs betray you now."Unlike his assistant, Damien barely showed any signs of physical strain. At thirty, he maintained a rigorous physical regime rooted in his past military experience as an elite special forces operative. High-intensity endurance was second nature to him; back in his service days, mandatory midnight drills required full-gear distance runs that made ten flights of stairs look like a casual warm-up. He could have climbed another twenty floors without breaking

When Maureen re-entered the executive suite, Rachael rushed toward her, her hands trembling visibly as she smoothed down her outfit."My heart was pounding out of my chest, Ms. Ashford!" she gasped, letting out a ragged breath. "Mr. Vance carries such an overwhelming, suffocating presence. My knees almost buckled the second he stepped through the door. Did... did I play the part well enough?""You were exceptional," Maureen replied, her tone calm and approving. She pulled a sleek, heavy envelope from her purse and handed it over. "This should cover your trouble.""Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, accepting the envelope and feeling the thick stack of bills beneath the paper.Before she could step away, Steven stepped forward, sliding a crisp NDA across the sleek glass table toward her."We appreciate your hard work, but discretion is non-negotiable," Steven stated firmly, holding out a pen. "For everyone's protection, a formal confidentiality agreement is required."Maureen offered

When Damien returned to the estate, rain dripped heavily from his tailored coat as if he had walked straight into a tempest.Sarah hurried into the foyer, a dry towel held in her trembling hands. "Goodness, Let me dry you off—"Without a word, Damien brushed past her, his expression stormier than the weather outside. He pushed the towel aside and ascended the grand staircase with heavy, measured steps."What on earth happened?" Sarah asked Lucas in a hushed, anxious tone. "Who could have possibly made him this furious?""If you have a moment later, try to bring him something warm," Lucas advised quietly, wringing out his own damp cuffs. "He was deceived.""Deceived?!" Sarah gasped, horrified. "A man as sharp as Damien? How could anyone pull one over on him? Should we alert the family's security team?"lucas offered a weary, bitter smile. "No police or security team can solve this. He didn't fall for a simple financial scam... he met someone who knows how to completely unravel him."He

Aurora fled the main manor down the dimly lit hallway, her heels clicking sharp and fast against the marble floor as tears streamed down her cheeks. None of the house staff moved to comfort her. Over the past three years, the maids had watched her pull the exact same routine whenever she wanted to guilt Damien into submission—a tearful exit calculated to make everyone feel responsible for her distress. Inside the quiet living room, Damien sat motionless on the leather sofa. His tailored shirt was still damp from the rain outside, but he barely seemed to notice. His eyes remained fixed on the wooden box rested on the coffee table—specifically on the shredded remnants of the suit Selene had painstakingly stitched for him by hand. The room fell into heavy silence, broken only by the soft click of Sarah entering with a silver tray. "Sir," she said gently, setting a steaming mug down on the glass surface. "It's getting late. Drink some warm milk before you try to rest." Her eye