He Locked Me In A Closet, So I Destroyed His Empire Chapter 07

He Locked Me In A Closet, So I Destroyed His Empire Chapter 07

On the afternoon of the official contract signing, Weston showed up completely alone.

He had lost an immense amount of weight, his clothes hanging loosely off his frame.

The moment the ink dried on the final page, he personally held out the executed documents toward me.

“Summer, please. Just give me two minutes to talk to you. Just a few words.”

My grandmother cast a questioning look in my direction, and after a brief hesitation, I nodded, following

Weston out into the quiet executive corridor.

We stood at the far end of the hallway, a sharp beam of afternoon sunlight cutting through the glass and

reflecting off the polished floor between us.

“Summer, I know absolutely no amount of apologies will ever fix what I did,” Weston began, his voice raw

and trembling. “I’ve tried telling myself to move on, to leave you alone, but every single time I close my eyes

at night, my head is filled with you. You haunt every single dream.”

“Every nightmare is just a replay of you trapped inside that closet. I’m forced to realize what an utterly wretched boyfriend I was.”

“I want nothing more than to build a time machine just to go back and murder the version of myself that

stood outside that door.”

“How could I have been so incredibly stupid to think your distress was an act? I was a complete fool…”

I tapped the toe of my designer heel against the marble tile, a wave of profound irritation washing over me.

“Weston, did you seriously call me out here just to subject me to your pathetic pity party?”

He shook his head frantically.

“No, I… I just wanted to hear your voice one last time.”

“Are you done speaking?”

He froze in utter shock, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly before his shoulders slumped in

complete defeat.

“I’m so sorry, Summer.”

“I don’t need your apology anymore. The only reason I agreed to step outside with you was to say one thing

clearly.”

“Weston, we are entirely over. Never contact me or approach me again.”

I turned on my heel to walk away, and his hand instinctively shot out to grab my wrist, but he yanked his

Lingers back right before making contact

Instead, he reached into his breast pocket and held out a notarized stock transfer deed.

It was the entirety of his personal equity shares in the Garrison Group.

“Take this,” he whispered.

I looked down at the document, then up at his face.

“This is the absolute last thing I have left to offer. Please, just don’t reject it.”

“I know your grandmother demanded my grandfather’s shares purely to humiliate our family name, and that this amount of capital means absolutely nothing to the Sterling estate.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes completely bloodshot.

“But this is literally the only thing I have left to give you.”

Dark, hollow shadows hung beneath his hollowed-out eyes.

“Weston, what I wanted from you was never something that could be bought with a stock transfer.”

He stared at me blankly.

“You mentioned wanting to turn back the clock earlier. Honestly, I wish for the exact same thing.

“I wish I could go back to the day before I ever met you.”

As the words left my lips, the very last flicker of hope in his eyes completely died out.

“I genuinely wish you had never existed in my life.”

Weston swayed slightly, looking so fragile that a strong gust might have knocked him over.

Yet, I never anticipated that the very next time his name reached my ears, it would be via a breaking news alert on my phone.

[Former Garrison Group CEO Weston Garrison was discovered unconscious in a suburban rental property last night following an apparent suicide attempt.]

(He was rushed to the municipal medical center by neighbors and remains in stable condition after emergency intervention.]

I stared at the text on the screen for a long time, the ambient noise of the corporate office fading into a distant hum.

Ethan quietly stepped up from behind me, reaching over and gently sliding the phone out of my grip.

“He’s not dead. He’s currently recovering over at the Central Hospital suite.”

My grandmother stood up from her desk, walking over atid gently squeezing my shoulder.

“Go see him one last time, child.”

In the end, Ethan drove me down to the medical center.

The moment I pushed the door to the private room open, I saw that Weston was awake.

A thick layer of white gauze was wrapped tightly around his left wrist, the hospital blanket pulled taut across his chest.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly turned his head toward the entrance.

The moment his eyes landed on me, his lips trembled violently.

Then, silent tears began to stream down his hollow cheeks.

He scrambled to wipe them away with his good hand.

“Summer… you actually came to see me?”

His voice was laced with an overwhelming sense of desperate joy.

My apathetic gaze dropped coldly to the heavy bandages on his wrist.

“Is this pathetic display supposed to make me feel guilty, Weston?”

He panicked, waving his hand frantically in explanation.

“No! No, I swear to you, I’m not trying to use my life to blackmail you into coming back to me!”

Outside the window, a lone bird fluttered past, settling onto the golden branches of a ginkgo tree in the Courtyard below.

‘I just… I wanted to feel a fraction of the absolute despair you felt inside that room. I just didn’t expect…”

His voice trailed off into a pathetic murmur until the hospital room returned to a dead silence.

‘Weston, stop doing such incredibly idiotic things. Your life belongs to you.”

He lowered his head, staring at the white sheets.

‘I understand. I won’t do it again.”

He slowly closed his eyes.

I turned and walked out without looking back.

At the far end of the corridor, Ethan was leaning casually against the wall.

Seeing nie emerge, he handed tny phone back to me.

“Your grandmother called She wants to know if you’re coming home for dinner tonight.”

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”