Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 71

"Mr. Veyne, have you ever considered that the wife you took for granted is someone else's shining moon?"

"And yet, with your own hands, you dragged her into the abyss."

"When you wake in the dead of night, do you ever regret it—that you pushed away the one who loved you most?"

Behind him, Cassian swayed, suddenly dizzy.

Bennett, alarmed, hurried to his side. "Mr. Veyne, are you alright?"

Cassian waved him off, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Had he ever regretted it?

There were nights when he'd sit alone in his study until dawn, haunted by silence.

But regret? Never. Those who make mistakes must pay the price. That's justice, isn't it?

He'd already given her a chance to make amends.

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Elsewhere, Cameron Lockridge had barely left his office when his assistant rushed over with grim news: several major corporate clients had suddenly pulled their contracts.

Cameron didn't need to ask who was behind it. Only Cassian had that kind of power.

His law firm was new, but his reputation was solid thanks to a string of high-profile cases. With Veyne & Co. as a powerful backer, clients had flocked to him, and business had flourished.

But now, with just a snap of Cassian's fingers, everything was unraveling. A single sneeze from the man, and Cameron's world was about to collapse.

He was like an ant trying to shake a tree—all for the sake of a sliver of justice for someone he cherished more than he dared admit.

But reality was brutal. Cameron stuffed his phone back in his bag, ignoring its incessant buzzing; he already knew what the calls were about. His heart sank with the weight of it.

If he fell, he wouldn't be able to protect her any longer.

He hated himself for his own helplessness.

Frowning, he rubbed his temples and slid into his car, anxiety wringing his features.

A short drive later, the car pulled up along the narrow lane beside his house.

Cameron's mind swirled with worry—especially about the looming debt, that three million hanging over his head.

His gaze drifted, unfocused, until it landed on the old, weathered house. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, a wild thought flickered in his mind. He forced himself to look away, suppressing it.

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