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    “Mr. Walsh, you are prohibited from leaving the country.”


    Marc froze. “Why?”


    The officer handed him a notice. “The Cohen Group has filed awsuit against you for concealing corporate liabilities. They are seeking 120 million in damages. You are barred from exiting the country during litigation.”


    The world tilted. Marc swayed, nearly copsing.


    Beside him, Jazlyn dropped to the floor, howling in disbelief. Every blow had been worse than thest. This time, she could barely breathe.


    Marc stood motionless. It all hit him then—Haley had never nned to let him go. Not even to start over.


    With no means of escape, Marc was forced to take Jazlyn to a shabby apartment on the outskirts. The ce smelled of damp and rust.


    Gone was the luxury. Gone was the pride. He had to count every cent now. The former CEO of the Walsh Group was reduced to a man who couldn’t even secure a basic job interview.


    That night, under heavy rain, Marc walked alone, shoulders soaked, shoes sshing through puddles. By chance, he passed a small restaurant. Ste’s favorite restaurant.


    Through the steamy ss, blurred by rain, he saw two familiar figures—Ste and William—sitting together by the window. Ste was piling food on William’s te with a gentle smile, warmth radiating from her eyes.


    Marc froze. A memory surfaced—years ago, Ste had sat across from him at that same table, eyes hopeful. “Marc, can wee here more often? I really like the food.”


    His reply back then had been cold. “These kinds of ces aren’t hygienic. Don’te here anymore.”


    Now, rain mixed with tears on his face, though he refused to acknowledge which was which.


    He gave a hollowugh and turned away from the window, disappearing into the rainy night.


    He had lost everything, but he still had his mother—and what remained of his pride. He couldn’t fall apart. Not yet.


    As for Ste… he forced the thought away.


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    He shook his head, not wanting to think about it anymore.


    Inside the restaurant, Ste paused mid-bite, turning to nce toward the window.


    “What is it?” William asked, following her gaze.


    She shook her head lightly. “Nothing. I thought I saw someone I knew. Must’ve been wrong.”


    How could she think she would see Marc here? It must have been her imagination.


    Marc’s silhouette was already gone—washed away by rain, as if he never existed.


    Meanwhile, across the city in a towering skyscraper, Haley stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, a ss of wine in hand. The city lights flickered below like distant stars.


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