Todos los capítulos de The Man Who Failed Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I was already walking out of the estate's entrance when Yves caught up to me. The winds were biting tonight, and he draped his coat over my shoulders. "Don't take what happened tonight to heart, Emilia."I looked at his cufflinks. He asked me to pick it out for him last month, citing that the choice of his wife would be the pride he wore. Now, his wife's wedding would be delayed, all because she missed one mark."I didn't take it to heart," I said as I returned the coat to him.He didn't take it as he frowned. "So, why'd you ask for the details?""Just wanted to see where I messed up." I looked at him. "So, I can be better next year."A while later, the frown on his face softened. "A year isn't that long. Once the estate project's money is with us, the wedding will be better. I'll make it up to you, then. We'll hold the wedding on the lakeside field."I interrupted, "Yves, aren't you curious about who scored me that lowly?""Maybe some of the elders expected a lot from you.""G

The explanation for the delay was held in a small hall in the estate. The Lawsons' elders and the wedding planners were there. Yves was on the stage, holding the mic. There were dark circles under his eyes, but he spoke firmly."We're gathered here to explain the delay for the wedding that would've happened for me and Emilia. Emilia is a great woman, but marriage isn't something that can be done on a whim. She's still young and needs time to grow."I was watching him from the audience seat. This was the same thing he said in my previous life. He rephrased the delay into protection and humiliation into growth.Melanie continued, "The family does not take marriages lightly. The score is just a reminder, not humiliation. If Emilia can change after a year, the wedding will proceed as planned."Wendy was at the side. She wasn't in my gown, but a white dress. However, the brooch was still on her chest. She stood up and bowed to my uncle."Please halt your ire, sire. She's an understandi

Yves lost his composure for the first time since this entire farce began. He strode up to Wendy. "Shut up!"Wendy stepped back. "Why should I? You told me the delay would be for a year. And once the estate project's money comes in, you can renegotiate the prenup. You told me she couldn't live without you."Every word she said darkened Yves' expression further. Just then, Melanie slammed the table as she barked, "Enough!"That scared Wendy stiff, causing her shoulders to tremble. My uncle approached the stage. "The estate project?" He looked at me. "And what sort of agreement are they talking about?"I took out another document from my bag. The corners of the papers were pressed as flatly as I could make them. This was the extra agreement the Lawsons begged me to sign for the estate project. My father was still alive back then.Back then, the Lawsons' cash flow was destroyed, so that project nearly went bust. I used my mother's trust fund money to guarantee them and kept their cr

Ms. Romulus paused the meeting. Yves wanted to intercept Wendy's phone, but Mr. Chaucer blocked him. "Touch the evidence again, and we'll call the cops, Mr. Lawson."Yves' hand froze midair, and he looked at me. "You're just going to let her frame me?"I nearly laughed at his face. "The texts came from you, Yves."Ms. Romulus had her assistant project the chat history onto the screen. The first message read, "Make sure she doesn't score 90 and above for tomorrow night's grading."The second one read, "89 would be ideal. The wedding will be delayed, and we won't have a fallout."The third one read, "Once the estate project's money comes in, I'll handle the prenup."Even the sound of papers flipping died down. Melanie closed her eyes. She knew these messages had just destroyed any defense her family had.Ms. Romulus closed the file. "The project will be put on hold. The ensuing funds will not be released until you've finished your internal liability waiver and affirmed Ms. Olivi

One month went by, and a meeting for the estate project was called. The Lawsons were kicked out as the leading faction. Due to my spot as the trust fund's representative, I took back the 20 percent that was mine from the start.The weather was nice for the signing. The windows were open, and a gust of breeze fluttered in. The pages rustled softly. Mr. Chaucer slid the new agreement over to me. "Go through the agreement and sign it if you're fine with the terms, Ms. Oliviera."I checked the first line on the first page. The beneficiary had my name written on it. There was only one name on it, mine. Not Yves' or his family's.As I signed the papers, I was reminded of that grading event. I scored 89 out of 100. They told me I didn't make the cut and had to grow. They told me the delay was for my own good.The business partner had thrown the Lawsons' grading system into the bin. Wendy's name was crossed out of any and all tea parties. The BOD made Yves step down, and he didn't have the