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Emeric flipped through the divorce papers in his hands, his movements quick and restless.
Something was wrong.
Every last detail of the asset division had been meticulously accounted for. At the bottom of the agreement, Flora’s signature stood out–bold, forceful, unwavering. The delicate strokes of her handwriting carried an undeniable sense of finality.
A wave of dizziness hit him.
Then, Pierre’s panicked words from moments ago echoed in his mind. Crushing the divorce papers into a ball, Emeric turned sharply toward Pierre, his voice cold and sharp.
“Pierre, what did you just say? What do you mean she overheard something outside the private suite?”
Pierre’s face paled further at Emeric’s reaction. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice.
“That night–you were drunk. I called your wife to come pick you up. We waited and waited, but she never
or so we thought. Boss, she was there. And she heard everything we said in that suite.”
Seeing Emeric’s confusion deepen, Pierre hesitated for only a second before reaching into Emeric’s arms and retrieving the voice recorder.
He placed it in Emeric’s hands and pressed the play button.
The next second, the conversation between the two slowly flowed out from the recorder.
[Boss, six months ago, you had me kidnap your sister–in–law, ruin her and leak the videos online. But seeing how well she treats you now… do you think we went too far?]
[For Marie to marry into my family without trouble, this had to be done–even if it was wrong. If I can’t stand by
8:43 AM
Fading Love, Fading Hate, A Forever Farewell
vant to many mʊ my lay without livudie, litis Tau lu we uvile–event was wrony. I call i Stanu by her side in this life, then at least I can clear the obstacles in her path…]
The recorder continued playing.
Emeric’s rage blew up in an instant. He snatched up the recorder and hurled it to the ground in front of the car. Without hesitation, he started the engine and slammed his foot on the accelerator, crushing it beneath the tires.
But when he reversed the car and stepped out to check, he saw it–still intact, still playing.
A vein throbbed on Emeric’s forehead. His fury boiled over. He stomped on the recorder again and again, relentless, until his dress shirt was a mess from the effort.
At last, the recorder went silent.
Emeric turned and shouted at Pierre who were standing stunlocked.
“Is this how you do your job?! Weren’t there people posted outside the private room?! Get out there and figure out what happened! If you can’t find Flora, don’t even think about coming back–just die out there!”
Pierre fled in panic.
Emeric slumped against the car door and slid to the ground.
He couldn’t quite put his feelings into words. For years, nearly all his heartbreak had been because of Marie–the
woman he could never have.
And then there was Flora–the woman he had dragged up from the abyss. Yet, he had never truly seen her as an equal. To him, she had always been someone to control, someone needing charity, never someone to cherish.
