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I strode into my office at Blackwood Corp. A figure lunged at me, enveloped in a cloud of perfume.
It was Vivian.
Her eyes were red–rimmed, her voice cloying. “Damien! Why did you block me? What did I do wrong?”
I sidestepped her. She stumbled, catching herself just before she fell.
“Damien?” she whimpered, her face a mask of wounded confusion.
I walked past her and sat down behind my desk. I looked up, my gaze like ice. “Who let you in?”
“My assistant told me about the divorce. I was worried about you.” She started to move closer.
“Get out.”
“What?” Vivian froze.
“Right now. Get out of my office.” I pointed to the door. “And don’t ever come near this building again.”
Her face flushed, then drained of color. “Damien, how could you…”
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“Security!” I buzzed the front desk.
The comments were losing their minds.
[Damn, that’s harsh! He’s treating the ‘love of his life‘ like this?!]
[Vivian’s face is priceless! HAHAHA!]
[That was a slap in the face! So satisfying!]
[Did Damien take the wrong pills this morning?!]
It’s like he hates everyone now?]
Two security guards appeared in the doorway. “Mr. Blackwood?”
“Escort Miss Sterling out. And from now on, she is not permitted in this building without my express approv- al.” I looked down at a file, dismissing her completely.
“Yes, sir.” The guards turned to Vivian. “Miss Sterling, please.”
“Damien! You’re a bastard! I hate you!” she shrieked as the guards firmly led her away.
The office was finally quiet.
The comments kept rolling:
[He really kicked her out! Savage!)
[The main love interest just got demoted to a random extra? The plot is in shambles!)]
Il don’t understand this development, but I am thoroughly shaken!]
[Is the scumbag turning over a new leaf? No, wait, this isn’t redemption, this is a complete personality tran-
splant!)
I ignored them. My phone rang again. It was the butler from the family estate, informing me that my father
demanded my immediate presence.
I drove to the old Blackwood mansion. The old man was on the sofa, his face livid.
To my surprise, Evelyn was there too.
She was standing in the middle of the living room next to an open suitcase, methodically packing a few ite- ms of clothing. She paused when she heard me enter but didn’t turn around.
The old man saw me and slammed his hand on the armrest. “You insolent whelp! You’d better explain your-
selfr
“Father, you see for yourself. It’s done,” I said calmly, “She’ll be gone as soon as she’s finished packing.”
“Gone?” He shot to his feet. “Who said she’s leaving?!”
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He strode over to Evelyn and slammed the suitcase shut. “Evelyn, you stop that right now! You’re not the one
who’s leaving!”
Evelyn’s hands hovered in mid–air.
The old man whipped around, his finger practically in my face. “You’re the one who’s getting out! Damien! I have no son who is so heartless, so blind!”
Another explosion in the comments:
[Whoa! Go, Dad! Put him in his place!]
【Damien must be terrified now! Time to beg for forgiveness!]
[Here it comes! The breakdown! The pleading!]
