Chapter 200
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Denton collapsed to his knees, his agonized screams echoing through the empty warehouse.
Meanwhile, Melanie stood frozen nearby, pale as a ghost. She bit down hard on her lip, eyes filled with fear–she knew it was over. Every lie, every carefully spun illusion, was about to unravel.”
“Sadie.” He finally looked up at me, his bloodshot eyes swimming with pain and desperation. “I was wrong. I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m sorry for what I did to Mick.” His voice broke.
The arrogance and self–righteousness he once wore like armor were long gone.</
But I said nothing.”
My tears had long since dried. And I knew the price he had to pay wasn’t over yet.”
And neither was Melanie’s.\
Terrified by the fury in my eyes, she quickly helped Denton to his feet and dragged him away.
Hours later, my uncle arrived at the warehouse with a team of bodyguards. He immediately ran to me and untied the ropes.
Seeing me safe and sound, he sighed with relief. “Sadie, thank God you’re okay.“”
He then supported me as I stood, his voice tight with emotion. “Denton has completely lost it.””
didn’t respond. But I knew this was just the beginning of his reckoning.”
The next afternoon, while I was resting at the estate, the butler came to inform me that Denton was here, carrying a box.
In the parlor, he looked like a completely different man. His wrinkled shirt hung off his frame, his hair was a mess, and his red–rimmed eyes were hollow. He clutched a cardboard box like it was all he had left.
“Sadie…” he said hoarsely, “I brought Mick’s things. These… these were all his favorites.“}
I glanced at the box.
Inside were Mick’s beloved teddy bear, his tiny toy cars, his colorful drawings, and the clothes he used to wear.”
My throat tightened, and my eyes immediately welled with tears. But I held them back, forcing myself to walk over and lift the items one by one.”
I could still smell him, still see the traces of him in everything.
“Mick,” I whispered, my voice trembling with pain.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Denton dropped to his knees. He grabbed the hem of my dress, burying his face into it as he cried, “I was wrong. I should never have listened to Melanie. I should never have hurt you or Mick. Please. Please, Sadie, come back to me. I’ll make it right, I promise.“”
I looked down at him, at the shell of a man he had become, and my eyes stayed cold.
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“You really think there’s still a ‘you and me‘?” I pulled my dress away from his grip and stared him down. “You carved our son’s heart out with your own hands. You threw me into hell. And now you think a simple ‘I’m sorry‘ can make that go away?“}
He looked up, his face streaked with tears and pure despair.
“I know I’ve sinned beyond forgiveness,” he begged. “But I’ll make it right. I’ll give you everything, my company, my life. I’ll spend the rest of my days making it up to you. I already lost Mick, I can’t lose you too.”
“It’s too late,” I said softly.”
Then I picked up the box of Mick’s things and walked away without looking back.N
His cries echoed through the vast parlor, raw and full of pain. But I didn’t turn around.
Third Person’s POV
Later, Denton contacted the mysterious buyer who had won two “art pieces” at auction.
“I’m willing to pay double. Even triple,” he said, voice raspy. “Please, just return what you bought.“”
He braced himself for pushback, expecting threats or ridiculous demands.
But the response stunned him.
“Sure,” the buyer replied smoothly. “Return every cent of the $300 million auction payment, and I’ll hand them back.”
Relieved, Denton hung up and rushed to log into his private banking account to initiate the refund.”
But the second he saw the balance, he froze.\
There was barely anything left.
Three hundred million was nearly all gone.”
And the only person who ever had unlimited access to that account was Melanie.
