All Chapters of You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Less than forty minutes later, Desmond’s sleek black Bentley purred into the underground parking garage beneath Sterling Holdings. He slid smoothly into an empty parking space and killed the engine, but he didn’t get out right away. His fingers remained locked around the steering wheel as the same storm raged inside his chest.Every unanswered call, every ignored message, and every memory of Genevieve replayed relentlessly in his mind until they all pointed him toward the same conclusion.Alain Sterling knew exactly where she was.And if there was anyone in this world Genevieve would actually listen to right now, it was him.Desmond exhaled sharply before stepping out of the car and striding toward the executive entrance. His expression was carved from stone. Employees crossing the lobby instinctively moved aside as he walked past them, some offering polite greetings that he acknowledged with nothing more than a brief nod.The receptionist stood the moment she saw him.“Good morning,

The bedroom door clicked shut behind Olive with a soft thud.She stayed pressed against it for several long seconds, eyes closed, listening to the muffled laughter and warm voices drifting up from downstairs. The sounds of a family welcoming one of their own home.It should have meant nothing to her.Instead, it left a heavy, uncomfortable weight in her chest.“Ethan…” she whispered to herself.She pushed away from the door and began pacing the room, her thoughts refusing to settle.Desmond’s brother. Of all people.Everything about their brief encounter downstairs replayed in her mind — Ethan’s easy, charming smile, the casual handshake, the polite curiosity in his eyes as if she were just another stranger.Her footsteps gradually slowed.A tight knot formed in her stomach.Does he remember me?The question sent her heartbeat racing. She quickly shook her head, trying to push the fear away.“No…”She whispered the word like a prayer she desperately needed to believe.“If he remembere

Genevieve felt as though every sound around her had disappeared. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the crumpled paper towel in her hand as she stared at the man she had spent weeks trying desperately to forget.What was he doing here?The question hit her first, quickly followed by another that made her stomach twist.*Did he come here with Olive?*Her chest tightened painfully. The image she had fought so hard to bury rushed back in vivid color—the bedroom door swinging open, Olive in his bed, the crushing humiliation of realizing her marriage had ended long before she’d even admitted it to herself.Her gaze drifted briefly over his shoulder, half-expecting Olive to appear at any second.So… had they come here together? Were they already living the life that used to be hers?The thought stung sharper than she wanted to admit.Almost immediately, she scolded herself. Why does it matter? He was free to go wherever he wanted. Free to be with whoever he wanted. Just as she was f

The meeting had been in progress for almost twenty minutes, yet Desmond Vaughn couldn’t remember a single word that had been said. Around the polished conference table, department heads took turns presenting reports, discussing projected profits, upcoming acquisitions, and investment opportunities. Charts appeared on the large screen at the front of the room while figures and percentages filled the air.Normally, Desmond would have corrected a misplaced decimal before anyone else noticed. Today, his attention was nowhere near the meeting. His mind kept drifting back to the previous night and the moment he had stood in the dim corridor outside the restrooms, staring at Genevieve as though the world had stopped turning.He had rehearsed countless conversations in his head over the past few weeks. He had imagined apologizing, explaining, and even begging for another chance. Yet when she had finally stood in front of him, none of those words had come. Then her aunt had appeared, and withi

The bedroom remained shrouded in silence as it was already night. Desmond lay flat on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sleep refused to come. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of the divorce papers resurfaced, followed by Genevieve’s face… and then the look in her eyes the night everything fell apart. Beside him, Olive shifted beneath the covers. She had been watching him for several minutes. “You haven’t slept.” Desmond didn’t answer. She turned onto her side to face him. “Is something bothering you?” Still, no response. The silence between them stretched until it became almost unbearable. Olive slowly sat up. “Desmond…” Without a word, he threw the blanket aside and climbed out of bed. She frowned. “Where are you going?” “I’m okay.” His voice was flat. He picked up a hoodie from the chair, slipped it over his shoulders, and walked toward the bedroom door. “Desmond.” He paused for only a second. “I just need some air. Yo