Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 132

**Blueprint 132**

**Chapter 132**

**Grayson**

In less than twenty minutes, the man reappeared, delivering precisely what I had requested. I accepted the package from him, feeling the weight of it in my hands. While it was sufficient to conceal my pristine white suit and the bruised remnants of my face, it did little to mask the turmoil swirling within me.

Without hesitation, I transferred $25,000 into his account, feeling a strange mix of relief and regret as I did so. I instructed him to take me to the airport, compensating him for the ride as well. I could have easily waited for my private jet to whisk me away, but impatience gnawed at me. I needed to escape Los Angeles—and fast.

Upon arriving at the airport, I hurriedly purchased a ticket for the earliest flight back home. Just an hour until I could put this nightmare behind me. I desperately hoped I wouldn’t encounter anyone I knew; the last thing I wanted was to engage in pleasantries after the hell I had just endured at that estate.

As the plane took off, I found myself staring vacantly at the seat in front of me, my mind replaying the events of the day like a broken record. Maddox had utterly dismantled me, and I had been blindsided by it all. How could she have been so brazen in their relationship, to the point where she felt comfortable sharing our feelings with him?

Halfway through the flight, I glanced at my wristwatch, the seconds ticking away like a countdown to confrontation. I was inching closer to the moment when I would reveal to Harper the extent of what her boyfriend had done to me. If he thought he could escape the consequences of his actions, he was in for a rude awakening. Harper might have been angry with me for my past mistakes, but deep down, I knew she wouldn’t be able to bear seeing me in such a state.

By the time I landed in San Francisco, the clock read 11 PM. Harper had always cautioned me against showing up at her place this late, but I didn’t care. She needed to witness the fallout of Maddox’s betrayal. This was my chance to turn the tide.

I hailed a cab and directed the driver straight to her apartment. As we approached, I noticed the lights were off, casting an eerie shadow over the building. Not even a flicker of light escaped from within. It appeared that no one was home.

Fueled by a burning desire to expose Maddox, I approached the front door anyway.

“Harper!” I called out, my voice laced with pain, as if I were on the brink of breaking down. I was desperate for a response. But in the end, all I received was an unsettling silence.

I refused to accept that she had grown so callous toward someone she had always cherished. I meant everything to her. It shouldn’t have mattered that Maddox was now in her life.

The most agonizing part was that my phone was useless; I couldn’t call or text her.

That night left me feeling utterly defeated. She never got the chance to see me as I truly was. Damn Maddox.

Knowing I couldn’t return home to my wife looking like this, I chose to check into one of my hotels instead. I made my way to my suite, instructing the receptionist to keep my presence a secret.

Once inside, I locked the door behind me and turned to the mirror, steeling myself for the reflection that awaited. I hesitated for a moment before removing my sunglasses. The sight that greeted me was a painful reminder of the chaos I had just endured. Maddox had wreaked havoc on my face, and I could hardly bear to look.

Next, I peeled off the mask, revealing a nose that was swollen and angry, a vivid reminder of my humiliation.

Then came the moment I dreaded the most. I unbuttoned my coat and let it drop to the floor, my beloved white suit now a canvas of dirt and blood. The sight of it made my blood boil with rage. I had already felt degraded, but seeing the evidence of my defeat made me want to shatter the mirror with my fists. It felt as if my own reflection was mocking me.

With a surge of anger, I yanked off the filthy jacket, slamming it onto the ground before doing the same with my pants.

**13:20 Sat, Nov 29 RG**

**Chapter 132**

That suit would never grace my body again.

Now clad only in my vest and boxer briefs, I should have felt a sense of relief, but when I looked at my reflection once more, the humiliation was still painfully evident. The entire ordeal replayed in my mind like a haunting melody.

“Asshole,” I spat at the mirror, as if confronting Maddox directly.

Even as I stepped into the shower, the memories clung to me like a second skin. I needed to get back at him—somehow, some way.

I lingered in the shower longer than usual, hoping that the water would wash away not just the grime but the memories that plagued me. But I was wrong; the filth seemed to cling to me, a relentless reminder of my failure.

When I finally emerged from the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the small bathroom mirror. The area around my eye was worsening, and I had to face the reality that it wouldn’t fade by morning.

As I contemplated what I would say when I returned home the next day, my phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I stepped out of the bathroom, curious about who was calling.

I approached the bedside table and sighed in relief—it was Tiffany. Just seeing her name brought a flicker of warmth to my chest. I needed someone like her in my corner, someone who genuinely cared.

“Hey, baby, still awake? It’s almost midnight,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.

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