Chapter <b>15 </b>
One day, I was out for a walk when Camden managed to corner me.
“Sage, can we talk?”
He had dark circles under his eyes, looking haggard and worn down–nothing like his former polished self.
I said tly, “Talk about what? If you want to confess your sins, don’t bother.”
The words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
All he could manage was a bitter smile: “Yes, I brought all this on myself. We used to be so good together, <b>I </b>worked so hard to marry you, but <b>I</b><b>… </b>I was possessed, falling for that kind of woman…”
“I understand now that I’ve always loved you in my heart. I was just… just because you were too excellent, I was scared, felt inferior, afraid that someday you’d leave, so I…”
“Enough.” I cut him off.
My tone was calm. “What’s the point of saying all this now? Besides, I don’t care what the truth is, and don’t expect me to be magnanimous and forgive you.”
“You’re not even worthy of shining my shoes now. Do you understand that, Camden?”
His face went white as paper instantly.
His current repentance wasn’t sincere either.
He probably regretted not divorcing me sooner, not discovering the value of thatnd, giving Marcus and me the opportunity to join forces and utterly destroy him.
That was him–selfish to the bone.
The day construction officially began on the West Side, Camden was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon.
It turned out that after Ashworth Holdings copsed, Vera had used his identity to take out massive online loans.
Under the daily pressure from debt collectors, he’d snapped.
Screaming “I’m President Ashworth, I have plenty of money!” he’d lost control and stabbed one of the collectors.
Of course<b>, </b>the illegal lending ring was arrested along with him.
Coincidentally, the police had been investigating this ring for a long time butcked leads.
Now, thanks to Camden’s stabbing, they’d been uprootedpletely.
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Hell Yeah. Forget the Other Woman. My Smart House Was Cheating On Me<b>! </b>
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Chapter <b>15 </b>
This was probably the only useful thing he’d ever done.
On my end, I personally oversaw the West Side project.
It became my first impressive achievement since my return.
Working together with Marcus, Sterling Industries‘ momentum both domestically and internationally grew stronger
and stronger.
One day, the sunlight was particrly beautiful.
I stood in my father’s former office, looking down at the city’s bustling neon lights.
Marcus walked in and ced atte with three sugars on my desk.
“Sister, there’s a charity g tonight. You need to represent the Sterling family.”
Outside the window, the sunlight was brilliant.
I picked up my coffee and took a small sip.
“Alright.”