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I glared at the man in front of me, my teeth ground together, almost drawing blood. “I’m divorcing you…”
But in this cruel standoff, he stayed perfectly calm, giving no ground.
“Elle, you only have thirty seconds left.”
In that moment, my heart was pierced.
How ironic. This was the man who once loved me more than life itself.
Eight years ago, he’d fallen for me at first sight at Blackwood Manor.
I was Old Mr. Blackwood’s caregiver back then. Our worlds were miles apart, but he still asked me out a hundred times.
If I so much as glanced at a hydrangea, he’d have all the roses in his garden replaced with them overnight.
He’d also, if I so much as twisted an ankle, book out an entire floor of the hospital.
That’s when I found out about the other woman: Sloane Ashford. The billionaire’s daughter, his childhood sweetheart, who’d been chasing him for years, completely obsessed.
But he only had eyes for me-
‘Elle, I only love you. Who cares if Sloane is from a wealthy family and a ‘perfect match’? I utterly despise her!”
And to force him to let me go, the Blackwood Clan not only stripped him of his shares but even pulled strings to exile him to some
remote island overseas.
For twenty whole days, Damon went on a hunger strike, forcing their hand. That completely sealed the deal for me.
And just like that, we were married. He truly kept his word, worshipping the ground I walked on.
Then, six months ago, everything changed. Sloane, who’d been gone for years, suddenly came back.
But this time, his whole attitude towards his childhood sweetheart had completely shifted.
He blew off international meetings just to personally pick her up at the airport. He even threw her a lavish welcome-back dinner and didn’t come home for three whole days.
My eyes were practically burning with hurt. He finally came clean:
‘A year ago, I was in the UK and got into a car accident. Sloane saved me, but she ended up in a coma for a whole year.”
‘Elle, I only love you. But she just woke up, and I owe her. I need to make things right. One year, just give me one year, please?”
At first, I believed him.
But then, on the night of the gala, my old condition flared up unexpectedly, and I was rushed to the hospital for emergency reatment. Damon’s phone, though, just kept going straight to voicemail.
Out of desperation, my mom went to the luxury yacht where the party was being held. But she never came back.
Everyone swore it was an accident, claiming my mom took her own life.
Even Damon, who conveniently wasn’t there when it happened, believed them.
But that night, after I was wheeled out of the ER, I distinctly got a call. I heard pure chaos on the other end: Sloane’s furious shouts and my mom’s agonizing screams.
My mom didn’t just fall overboard. She was forced.
For the past six months, I was a wreck, drowning in tears and guilt. Until, in a complete breakdown, I finally wrangled a tiny shred of evidence from one of the servers.
I begged Damon countless times to help me.
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But during the private prosecution trial, he didn’t hesitate to take their side.
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He was protecting my mom’s killer, and to force me to apologize to them, he even used my mom’s ashes as leverage…
In that moment, looking at Damon, he felt utterly alien, like he’d just crawled out of hell.
I was out of hope, just resigned. So, with trembling fingers, I scrawled my shaky signature on that apology letter.
“Satisfied?
Now, bring her back from the ocean…”
But the moment my raspy voice faded, a sudden gasp erupted right behind me.
Sloane suddenly clutched her head, slumping onto the defendant’s stand. “Damon, help!” she cried. “My head’s killing me again!”
In that split second, Damon panicked. He literally dropped his tablet and sprinted to her side.
On the livestream, the countdown had already finished. Without Damon’s stop command, the bodyguards had already opened the
urn…
‘No!
I already signed!
Damon, tell them to stop, right now!”
I screamed like crazy, but those bodyguards weren’t taking orders from me.
I tried to lunge at Damon, to grab onto him, but he only had eyes for Sloane. As he rushed out, holding her, his elbow slammed into
crashed to the ground, my forehead hitting the corner of the table. Tears streamed down my face, splattering onto the tablet
¡creen.
Too late. It was already too late…
The ashes were already being poured from the boat, caught by the icy ocean wind, and gradually disappearing into the churning sea.
An agonizing guilt ripped through my chest.
My mom always hated the cold. She especially hated the icy ocean. But now, she not only died there, she’s trapped in those waters
orever.
‘Mom, I’m so sorry…”
completely broke down.
Suddenly, all I felt was regret. Regret for falling in love with Damon, for marrying him.
The endless regret hammered in my skull, and my vision swam,
As the world faded to black, frame by frame, I only heard Damon’s anxious voice from outside the courtroom.
‘Sloane, just hang in there. As long as you’re okay, I’ll promise you anything!”
