Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 66

That had always been a little white lie I told myself. I wasn’t mediocre—I simply didn’t want to overshadow Hera.

As I flipped through the papers in my hands, a quiet determination began to grow within me.

Three particular pages stood out, their edges worn from frequent handling. I pulled them free and studied them closely. Suddenly, memories flooded back. These were the analyses I had written shortly after graduating and marrying Hera.

At that time, Edge Inc. was experiencing a rapid surge in growth—right around when we tied the knot. Hera’s calendar was packed from dawn until dusk, filled with client meetings and new business ventures that demanded her attention. The relentless pace was starting to weigh on her.

I could already sense the first signs of strain beneath the company’s booming surface. The swift expansion was exposing vulnerabilities in the company’s structure—weaknesses that, if left unaddressed, could cause a catastrophic failure within seven years. My experience told me this was a dangerous path.

One evening, Hera came home sober—a rare occurrence back then. I took the opportunity to share the three-page report I had prepared, outlining the financial risks Edge Inc. faced and suggesting ways to stabilize the company’s finances. I urged her to slow down, to reinforce the foundation before pushing any further. After all, rushing often leads to mistakes.

She read my analysis carefully, her eyes scanning the pages. For a brief moment, it seemed she might take my advice seriously. I dared to hope she would ease up and steady the company’s growth.

But that hope was short-lived. Within just two weeks, she had secured three massive orders from different clients, pushing Edge’s growth up another 15 percent. Without hesitation, she asked for an $8 million loan.

That night, Hera radiated pride. She stood tall, like a victorious general returning from battle.

Meanwhile, I was consumed by a gnawing sense of dread. I warned her once more: she was moving too fast, pushing the company too hard. At this rate, Edge Inc. could collapse within five years.

I stood frozen in the living room, feeling utterly crushed. Hera’s ego had swelled so large that she refused to listen to her own husband, someone who only wanted what was best for her. She saw herself as a business genius—a rare prodigy destined to conquer the industry. And in order to maintain that illusion, she tore me down, making me feel worthless.

The disappointment settled deep in my chest.

From that moment forward, I stopped involving myself in anything related to her company. I promised myself I would never speak of it again.

Five years slipped by. Our marriage was unraveling, and so was the company she had built with such fierce ambition.