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"I've tried so hard not to see what was going on. It was easy enough to do when I was working. I could've retired a year ago, you know that? They offered me early retirement, the full package. But I didn't want to take it." I couldn't get rid of the lump in my throat. "Well, we all cope in different ways," I croaked. "Going to work was your way of coping. Pretending Paul's still alive sometimes—that's Mum's way of coping. There's—there's no such thing as normal grief, you know?" "What about you?" He sent me another sidelong look. "What's your way of coping? You seriously planning on keeping Drew Barnett at arm's length for all eternity?"

I held his gaze, anchoring his panicked mind to my voice. "Inhale," I ordered. He sucked in a deep shaky breath. "Exhale." He let it out in a long, shaky groan. "Again. Tell me about the Vanguard Group," I prompted, needing to distract him from the physical shock. "Tell me about Witherspoon." "He’s a vulture," Jake gritted out, focusing on the anger to fight the cold. "He wants the agency. He’s been shorting our stock for six months, waiting for me to fail."

She was just always waiting for his order. "What is happening there right now?" Mark suddenly asked. "Boss, Trishia Meyer fainted. I am still observing. The matter here is chaotic. One ex-wife was trying so hard to get back her ex-husband while the other woman was so desperate to hold on and control her soon-to-be husband. hahaha." Greta was laughing softly while reporting everything. "Now what are we going to do, boss? Who do you want me to kill first?" Greta asked along with her wicked chuckles.

There’s tenderness in the bruises on my ribs, in the ache that curls after Cole came to own me this morning and I made him admit he does love me and he does need me. Part of me mourns the version of us that could have been… the stupid, hopeful new adult who thought she knew love. I did believe and I lost everything. The grief is still there. The sorrow. The harsh disappointment of losing something I can never get back. But this time grief becomes strategy. A tap at the private entrance sounds like a cue. I already know how this goes. I step to the door and open it. Jade is perfect the way sunlight is perfect. Her hair is a statement. Her suit is a quiet headline.

Anything. But he turned without a word and walked away. No second glance. No flicker of guilt. Just... gone. Tears streamed freely now. It wasn’t the pain that made me weep, it was the utter finality in his departure. I was a discarded memory, a mistake he wanted to erase. Maybe it was time to resign. Maybe this company, this poisonous place, had taken everything from me already. Maybe leaving was the only way to keep whatever was left of my dignity.

And as I looked at the woman I loved, sitting in afternoon sunlight with hope finally outweighing fear— A thought occurred to me. Maybe this wasn't the end of grief. Maybe grief never really ended. Maybe it simply stopped being the loudest voice in the room. But before either of us could say another word, her phone buzzed. A new message. From the genetic counselor's office. An appointment had just become available. Tomorrow morning. And attached to the message was a preliminary questionnaire. One question highlighted automatically by the system. A question neither of us expected. Has anyone in either family ever experienced unexplained sudden death before age 50?

"Darling, I'm so sorry. I didn't have a choice. He's well-connected with my boss. If I didn't agree, he was going to ruin me. "All these years, everyone called me a freeloader. I just wanted to stand on my own two feet for once, so people wouldn't laugh at you for having bad taste in men." Listening to his pathetic, hollow excuses, I let out a cold laugh. "You sold me for a project, and you're using me as the excuse? You are absolutely disgusting." After a pause, I whispered, "I want a divorce." My entire body was shaking. Kylan looked at me in disbelief. His guilt turned into a defensive rage. "I did this for our future! So I could be worthy of you!"

She couldn't bear the thought of going through her daily routine while her heart was shattered into a million pieces, Feeling a need to share her grief with someone else, Larissa dialed Mr. Garrison's number. He was the director of International Recruiter, the company that had offered her a job abroad. She had been thrilled about the opportunity, but now all she wanted was to put it on hold. "Hello, this is Mr. Garrison speaking," an authoritative voice answered. Larissa took a deep breath before she began. "Mr. Garrison, this is Larissa. I need to talk to you. Something terrible has happened. I lost my son." Larissa said,

"What...?" Ellison could barely speak. His hand shook as he took the hairpin, not wanting to believe any of it. "Ms. Gilbert died of liver cancer," the woman said. "This hairpin... she left it behind. She won't be coming to the wedding. You don't have to wait for her anymore." Her voice was so loud this time, almost everyone could hear. "No way!" Ellison shouted, his voice shaking. "She was just fine before. How could she have liver cancer? She was excited about today... about our wedding...

Why did she become so miserable? Again, stunned for a while, Grainne really couldn't calm down, she simply got off work first, and then wanted to go out to relieve her grief. After Grainne on the other side hung up the phone, Carwyn frowned slightly, still holding the phone in his hand, just now he noticed, Grainne has a little problem today, but in the end for what, he also not clear? It was she who asked about Trieu Ngoc Van? But asked him if he had met Trieu Ngoc Van, Grainne probably didn't know, right?