It was supposed to be a secret, transactional relationship.
But his words painted her as a heartless monster. The accusations hit Elissa hard, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She leaned back, her body now half-sitting on the desk, and looked down in silence. After a long moment, she finally met his gaze—the gaze of a man demanding an explanation.
Elissa took a deep breath to ease the tightness in her chest. "Rowan," she said, her voice devoid of emotion, "the person who decides to leave only needs to be cruel enough to do it."
"Isn't that what you taught me?"
The love and trust she once had for him far exceeded what he now felt for her. And yet, he had thrown her away like trash.
One discard each. It seemed fair.
Besides, Elissa didn't feel she was in the wrong. It was his family, his grandmother, who had killed her parents.
*Isn't it?*
The question struck Rowan like a physical blow. His eyelids fluttered, and he quickly looked away. The hand on the desk trembled from the force of his grip. When he looked back at her, his usual arrogant and cold demeanor had returned. Aside from the redness in his eyes, there was no sign of his inner turmoil. Even his voice was forceful. "Fine. Then how do you plan to pay the penalty fee?"
"Since you're so eager to get back with Frank, I'm sure he'd be happy to front you the three billion, right?" he pressed, his words sharp. "I'll call him right now and have him wire the money."
When he actually reached for his phone, Elissa grabbed his arm. "Rowan!"
"What?" he sneered, looking down at her. "So afraid your precious beloved will find out about us?"

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