He Chose Her Joke, I Chose His Ruin Chapter 10

He Chose Her Joke, I Chose His Ruin Chapter 10

Adrian showed up at dusk.

He had no scheduled appointment, and lobby security stopped him at the entrance.

There was a time when he could walk into Starlight Capital unannounced, no questions asked.

Back then, everyone knew him as my fiancé. Those days were long

He called. I picked up.

His voice was raw. “Elena, I need to see you.”

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window,staring down at his familiar black Bentley parked on the street below.

“Whatever it is, say it now.”

He was quiet for a long time. “I know I hurt you last night.”

I said nothing.

He kept going. “I know Celeste went too far. I’ll cut ties with her. Just stop the divestment, and I’ll terminate

all cooperation with Shaw family.”

Suddenly, it all felt pointless.

“Adrian, do you still think this is about competing with Celeste for you?”

His breath caught. “Isn’t it?”

I laughed. “You truly have an inflated view of your own importance.”

Silence on the line.

“I’m not retaliating because you chose Celeste. I’m acting because you crossed into criminal territory. You

weaponized my deepest trauma for your own amusement.

You thought I had no family name, so I was fair game for humiliation. Adrian, I don’t want you anymore. I

don’t need you to come back.”

His voice tightened instantly. “Elena. You’re just saying that in anger.””

I looked out the window. “You know me. I never speak out of rage. Every word I say is a deliberate choice.”

Panic finally broke through. “What about the past three years? Do you just throw those away?”

I closed my eyes.

Those three years were real..

I had loved him. Trusted him. Stayed up with him through nights, held him through crises, let him rest his

head on my lap when he was exhausted.

All real.

But real doesn’t mean it stays clean.

“Adrian.”

My voice was soft. “Last night, when you stood downstairs and watched me trapped-those three years

died.”

Suppressed breathing on the line.

After a long pause, he asked quietly, “What do you want from me?”

“Cooperate with the investigation. Return the misappropriated funds. Step down from the New Energy

Project leadership.”

“Impossible.”

He didn’t even hesitate.

I smiled faintly. “Then we have nothing to discuss.”

I hung up.

Downstairs, Adrian looked up at my window.

Even from this distance, I could feel his resentment.

He didn’t miss me.

He just couldn’t accept that I wasn’t on his side anymore.

Minutes later, the front desk called. “Elena, Mr. Vale refuses to leave. He says he’ll wait until you see him.”

I said flatly, “Call the police.”

The receptionist paused. “Understood.”

Half an hour later, Adrian was escorted off the premises.

Someone filmed it. Posted it online.

Comments were merciless.

“He locked her in a freezing glass enclosure for a cruel spray ordeal just last night. Today he’s begging for a meeting. Pathetic.”

“Adrian Vale finally realized Elena is the real power player.”

“Men flip faster than stock prices.”

“Wasn’t Celeste his true love? Let her save Vale Group.”

I didn’t linger on it.

The real battle was ahead.

8:00 p.m. – Vale Group released an official statement dismissing the fund irregularities as “internal

management matters under internal review.”

9:00 p.m. – Adrian posted a personal message.

He claimed last night’s incident was merely a “misunderstanding at a private social gathering.”

Said our relationship was stable, just some stress-related conflict.

Asked the public not to overinterpret.

I read it and laughed-cold, humorless.

Ava asked, “Elena, should we issue a response?”

“Yes.”