جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Shane hurled his phone violently against the wall. Its screen instantly shattered into a web of cracks.He paced the room like a trapped beast, his chest heaving with uncontrolled fury.Cheap? Disgusting?She had actually used those words to describe him all for the sake of Kieran?A few days later, Shane received an exquisite invitation card.It was for a small, private piano charity recital that Kieran had organized for Lena, hosted inside the concert hall of a historic castle hotel in Iverford.The theme of the recital was "New Life", with all proceeds to be donated to a local children's foundation.On the invitation, Lena's name was printed prominently at the center.As Shane stared at the card, a dark, gloomy shadow cast across his eyes.New life?A new life with Kieran?In her dreams!On the night of the recital, every seat in the castle concert hall was filled. The attendees were mostly local elites and art enthusiasts.Dressed in an expensive black suit, Shane sat

Yasmine swung the door open. Her face lit up instantly at the sight of him. "Shane! You're back—"Before she could finish speaking, Shane shoved her aside and strode straight into the living room. He mirrored the surveillance footage and audio recordings directly onto the massive television wall."Explain." His voice was devoid of a single trace of warmth.Yasmine stared at the screen, her face turning deathly pale as her body began to tremble uncontrollably."I-It's not like that! Shane, I can explain! This is fake! Someone is framing me!" She lunged forward, trying to grab his legs.Shane sidestepped with a look of utter disgust and stared at her as if she were a pile of trash. "Framing you? Yasmine, are you still trying to lie at this point?"He hit play, and the recording of her instructing someone to orchestrate the car crash echoed clearly through the living room.Completely breaking down, Yasmine collapsed onto the floor, wailing uncontrollably. "Yes, it was me! I did it

A week later, on the night of the underground vintage bike race, wild excitement gripped the crowd.Surrounding the track—converted from an abandoned factory—was a dense crowd of men and women dressed in leather jackets and eccentric outfits, as the deafening roar of engines echoed through the air.Shane had caught wind that Lena would be attending the race that night.She had always loved the adrenaline rush of high-speed sports.Now, all he wanted was to offer an apology using the language she loved best.He had managed to get a high-performance vintage bike. He strapped on a helmet and blended into the ranks of the racers.His eyes swept frantically through the spectator stands until, at last, he caught sight of that familiar figure in the VIP section.Lena wore a black leather jacket and jeans, her long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, giving her a sharp look. Kieran stood beside her in a casual suit, looking slightly out of place but keeping a watchful eye on her.Sh

Six months later, Lena and Kieran were in a small Norcellian country seeking inspiration for new musical compositions.The scenery was magnificent, and the local customs were charmingly rustic, yet geological activity remained frequent.A sudden, powerful earthquake struck the ancient city where they were staying.At that moment, Lena was inside a local handicrafts shop, while Kieran had just stepped next door to buy water.The world spun out of control as buildings shook violently. Shelves collapsed, and dust swirled through the air.Lena barely had time to duck beneath a sturdy wooden table before giant stone blocks and support beams came crashing down with a deafening roar.She lost consciousness.When news reached back home, Shane was barely able to walk with the aid of a cane.Over the past six months, he had become a completely different person—silent, gloomy, and spending most of his time locked in his room staring blankly at Lena's photographs.While his physical wound

After returning to his room, Shane pulled a document from the very bottom of a locked drawer. It had been prepared long ago, but he had never signed it.It was a full equity transfer agreement for Steele Corp's independently operated, highly promising tech subsidiary, one deeply aligned with the artistic realm Lena adored.The transferee was Lena.This was the most direct and the most insignificant form of compensation he could think of.Even more, it was his ritual of bidding farewell to the past.He picked up the pen, his knuckles turning white from exertion, before finally signing his name at the bottom of the page.The sound of the nib scraping across the paper rang painfully clear in the silence of the room.…A month later, at an exclusive private winery in Selvaria closed to the public, sunlight streamed brilliantly over lush green lawns. Before the ancient castle stood an archway adorned with fresh white blooms, and the air was fragrant with the sweet scent of grapes an