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Back then, Gregory stared coldly at Anathea’s face and felt that her smile was unbearably grating. Disgust had flashed in his eyes. With a derisive scoff, he spat, “You got what you wanted, Anathea Are you happy now?”
And as he watched the color and smile fade from her face because of his words, a twisted satisfaction washed over him—like some petty revenge had been served.
Since he couldn’t share her happiness, she would have to bear the brunt of his rage.
Only now did Gregory realize how cruel and absurd his actions had been.
How could he say those hurtful words, trying to pull an innocent person into the same abyss as him?
Now, those very words had come back like a boomerang, plunging straight into his own heart.
Gregory clutched his chest. The pain lanced through him so sharply he staggered.
His phone crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.
“Mr. Sinclair!” Martin rushed forward to steady him. His voice was tight with alarm as he asked, “Are you all right? Should I call the doctor?”
Gregory didn’t answer. Instead, he shoved Martin aside and braced himself against the desk. His gaze locked onto the vase of fresh roses atop the surface.
Martin had placed it there, saying it would ease Gregory’s work stress.
The flowers were beautiful, vibrant enough to lift anyone’s spirits and cast a glow on weary faces. But now, they did nothing but sharpen Gregory’s dark expression.
Standing at the side, Martin was torn between reaching out and holding back. His legs trembled. Every fiber of him screamed with worry. “Mr. Sinclair…”
The next second, Gregory seized the entire rose bouquet.
Files scattered as the vase wobbled. Petals trembled loose, drifting downward.
Gregory clutched at his aching chest with his right hand while his left convulsively tightened around the bouquet.
Thorns bit mercilessly into his palm. Each barbed stem tore through his flesh until blood seeped out.
Martin’s eyes widened. “Mr. Sinclair!”
Blood dripped down the rose stems, swirling into the water of the vase until the liquid turned crimson. Yet Gregory felt no pain. If anything, the sting only made his lips twist into something resembling a smile.
He was smiling, but there was a blizzard raging in his eyes. A storm so vicious it could freeze the world solid.
Martin was shocked by that icy gaze and smile. He quickly yanked out his phone and dialed the in–house doctor.
Every drop of blood and every shred of violence in Gregory’s expression was all for one woman–Anathea.
He’d clearly heard her words that night at Aetherbrook Hotel after he’d tormented her.
“Gregory, I stopped loving you a long time ago. I don’t love you anymore. Once the cooling–off period is over, we’ll be no but strangers.”
He’d heard it, but he didn’t want to accept the fact that Anathea would really leave him.
In his mind’s eye, he saw Anathea walking away–utterly free and completely at peace.
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Clad in a simple dress, her steps were calm, unhurried, without even a hint of hesitation. After all, the man who’d once wounded
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her so deeply would have nothing to do with her now.
Anathea didn’t want both her son and husband anymore.
How brutal!
And only now–after she was gone did he finally get it. All those days he’d spent pretending he was in control had been nothing more than a pathetic charade all along.
“Anathea, you want to leave? Over my dead body!”
At that moment, Gregory’s voice dropped low, hoarse yet vicious, just like a roaring beast’s.
He didn’t even flinch as the rose’s thorn drove deep into his palm. Blood trickled from his hand and dripped into the vase below.
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The air reeked of blood. Gregory’s eyes turned red with fury.
