Chapter 12
“Young Master Addison, the Lindsey Family is willing to forfeit half of our assets to atone for ou disrespect. Please, don’t hold it against us!”
“I will do anything to make amends and regain your favor.”
The very same prominent figures and powerful officials who had moments before sneered at m -calling me unworthy and a disgrace–now knelt before me, shamelessly abandoning their pride, tears streaming down their faces as they begged for forgiveness.
I cast a cold, hard glance at Serena, who was crawling on her knees at my feet.
Then, slowly, I swept my gaze across the room, taking in the bowed heads of the aristocrats and elites who had once looked down on me.
But in the end, I said nothing.
Without a word, I brought my son’s death certificate and turned to leave.
When I loved Serena, she was my whole world.
But when that love faded, she became nothing more than a worthless ant–no different from these sycophants who grovelled around me.
Not one of them was worthy of a single word.
Later, Jenny sent me a message that sealed their fate.
[Within a single day, all those once–powerful families had collapsed into ruin.]
[The Portman Group–the mighty conglomerate–crumbled the same day.]
They were left homeless, cast aside, with no shelter and no allies brave enough to take them in.
Serena, crushed by debts she couldn’t escape, chose to end it all–jumping to her death.
When I heard the news, my heart was cold and untouched.
***
A year passed.
While abroad, seeking peace far from the wreckage of my past, I witnessed a bizarre scene: a group of men, faces twisted with rage, chasing a man down a narrow street.
Their shouts pierced the air, laced with venom.
‘You despicable mistress, how dare you seduce my wife? We’ll beat you to death today!”
The man sprinted wildly, losing a shoe in the chaos, but never daring to look back.
As they cornered him, I recognized the fallen figure–it was Ricky.
After Serena’s death, he had reverted to his old ways–playing the role of a homewrecker, seducing other men’s wives.
Some things never change. A dog, after all, cannot change its spots.
(The End)
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