Byron's POV
As she spoke, tears began to roll down her cheeks like she were the one who had been wronged.
But watching her cry didn’t stir anything in me. Honestly, I almost laughed.
Whenever things went south between us, Harriet never tried to fix the problem. She just threw a tantrum and expected to win. And when that didn’t work, she’d turn on the waterworks to guilt me into giving in.
And she was using the same trick again.
But this time, I didn’t flinch. I turned around and walked away, cold and indifferent.
She shouted my name, furious and completely losing it.
But I only ever gave in when I loved her.
And now that love was gone, she was just a stranger to me.
That night, I deleted everything that had anything to do with her. Then I texted my best friend, who had been living overseas for years
[I’m in. Let’s go start that foreign trade business together.]
I was planning to catch up with him, maybe finally get a fresh start.
But before I could, my phone rang.
“Hello, is this Mr. Byron Jensen?” a voice said. “We’ve been trying to reach you. Your father’s hospital bills have been overdue for over two weeks. We couldn’t get in touch, so we had no choice but to stop treatment. He passed away the same day. When would you be able to come and claim the body?”
My entire body went cold.
“What… What did you just say?” I asked again, hoping I’d misheard.
My father was the only family I had left in this world. He’d been in a coma ever since a car accident a few years back, relying on machines and medication to stay alive in the ICU.
To keep him going, I’d had my paycheck directly deposited into a bank account that the hospital could access for his treatment. There was no way the bills weren’t paid.
But the caller calmly explained, “The account you left with us was frozen two weeks ago. We tried reaching you multiple times but couldn’t get through.”
Frozen? That account should’ve been untouchable, unless someone tampered with it.
I was second-in-command at the company. There was no reason the finance department would freeze my account.
Only one person could have done it.
I didn’t even hear the rest of what the caller was saying. When I came to, I noticed another call coming in from an unfamiliar number.
I answered it in a daze, then Harriet’s smug voice came through the line.
“The hospital called you, didn’t they? If you don’t come back and apologize, I’ll keep freezing your accounts.”
My heart clenched so hard I could barely speak. My voice trembled as I asked, “You froze my card? That was you?”
Failing to notice the coldness in my voice, she laughed, “Of course it was me. Who else could it be? Maybe next time, don’t try to stop me from hiring Dexter. You think you can still control me? I’m the one in charge now. Get back here. Mr. Smart from overseas specifically asked to meet with you. If you screw this up, I’m holding you responsible.”
I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles went white.
She’d cost my father his life, and she felt no remorse.
I swore to myself right then that she’d pay for it.
The next day, I dragged myself to the hospital, barely conscious of anything around me. I handled my father’s cremation and buried him alone.
The man who had once stood so tall in my memory was now reduced to nothing but a cold stone grave.
I returned to the company with a heart made of ice.
But Harriet just assumed I was sulking. She smirked and said, “I knew you’d come back. But next time, don’t joke about quitting. If you try it again, I’ll demote you to an entry-level clerk.”
Dexter glared at me, clearly annoyed, and handed me a document stiffly.
“This is the proposal for the upcoming meeting.”
I barely glanced at it and already saw several glaring issues. It was trash! How did he even have the nerve to hand this in?
Without another word, I walked straight into the meeting room.
Harriet and Dexter followed, chattering nonstop about negotiation tactics and how I needed to secure the best possible deal.
Yet, I didn’t say a word. I just tossed a shareholder agreement on the table.
Her face turned stone cold. She gritted her teeth and snapped, “What the hell is this supposed to mean?”
I looked her straight in the eye. “I’ve worked side-by-side with you all these years. I helped build this company. I kept quiet before because we were together, but now that we’ve broken up, it’s time to settle things properly.”
