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All I wanted was to join Theo in heaven, but I couldn't possibly leave our son, Jax Burke, alone in this world. I spent every waking moment consumed by my anguished yearning for Theo. As a result of my depressive state, my wolf weakened with each passing day, too. And yet, after the torment I'd been through for the past half year, Theo was now claiming that he was actually alive? "Do you still intend to hide the truth from Ms. Olivia? I just saw her heading to the patch of forest where you two used to go on dates, the poor she-wolf," Agatha remarked.

Her hand was pressed flat against my face in the frame, leaving a wet palm print. Dylan locked eyes with me through the screen, a smug curl at the corner of his mouth. "Claire, slow down. Wesley's watching." Claire angled the camera toward the bed, her voice laced with a vengeful chill. "Since you don't trust me, I'll give you something real to picture. Watch closely—see just how good Dylan and I are together. And don't you dare hang up until we're done." All night, she dragged him through every corner of the master bedroom, leaving traces of their indulgence wherever they went. Every inch of the screen was soaked in color and sound that turned my stomach inside out, leaving nothing but raw

At that point, even Northbridge University couldn't protect Leighton anymore. Facing overwhelming public pressure, Northbridge University expelled both Leighton and Harley. They didn't even bother trying to suppress the online discussions, so the topic remained on the trending charts for days. A week later, Leighton reached out to me again through her lawyer. This time, she had finally agreed to the divorce. She only had one condition—she wanted to see me one last time. She chose that familiar cafe as the meeting place, and even the same table where I'd met Harley before.

"Go back? To keep being your poor relative? Kyson, do you know you're having an affair? If I write a complaint, your career will come to an end." Stung by my words, a wave of guilt washed over Kyson's face. "Gisselle, I know I've wronged you before. I'm sorry. Trust me. Give me some time, and I'll get you and Darryl a status." "When? A year? Two years? Or another eight years?" I asked. Kyson's eyes brightened as he promised, "I don't need that long. As long as you come back with me, I promise everything will be settled soon."

The other employees were also too afraid to speak, afraid of being implicated. The news quickly spread online. Major media outlets reported it frantically. [Shocking News! Geller Group Seized After Tax Evasion of Tens of Billions of Dollars!] [The Live-In Son-in-Law Is Actually A Special Forces Captain! He Was Undercover for Five Years to Gather Evidence!] [The Price of Betraying a Hero! Fiona and Phillip Arrested!] Netizens were in an uproar. [Holy crap! So that's it!] [A special forces officer posing as a useless husband. That's incredible!]

The bomb shelter erupted into chaos. The guy with glasses was the first to charge at me. "Mr. Lynch is a national treasure! And you're siding with a makeup thief, a nobody–" "Zip it!" Everett floored Glasses Guy with a swift move, his eyes blazing as he scanned the room. "Make a move, and you're done for!" Annie slumped against the wall, a smug glint in her eyes. She snatched the pill, shot me a triumphant look, and gulped it down with the water Everett handed her.

He knew she'd understand, or maybe she wouldn't care who it came from at all. He hit send. The moment it was done, it felt like all his strength had drained out of him. He stood up, walked over to a trash bin, and threw his phone away, along with the SIM card he'd used for years. That chapter of his life ended there. He boarded the plane back home without looking back. … At the temporary media station in Lethor, Eleanor was sorting through newly delivered camera equipment. The donation from Harrison had transformed their setup overnight. Every photographer now had top-of-the-line cameras and lenses, along with advanced satellite transmission gear.

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

“Mr. Solace, about the overseas branch transfer you mentioned before… I’ve thought it through.” There was a brief pause on the other end before he said, “Jason, this transfer means you won’t be able to return for at least five years. Are you sure?” I looked toward the silhouette that had vanished into the rain and let out a soft laugh. “I’m sure.” Only this time, it wouldn’t be five years. It would be a lifetime. … By the time I got home, it was already late at night. I had planned to light some candles by my parents’ urns.

I stared at the button then back at him. "You know I always pay people back for what they do, be it good or bad. The man got his pay for what he tried to do to her and you…” I paused and grabbed his arm, causing him to stiffen. “You'll get your own payment too, but for good," I said and chuckled. “I know there are more copies of this video, but you know what to do, right?" I muttered and clicked delete. The video vanished from the screen immediately. I pushed the laptop back and did the same with the chair I was sitting on then got up.