He Scorned Me, Now I’m a CEO He Can’t Afford Chapter 46

He Scorned Me, Now I’m a CEO He Can’t Afford Chapter 46

Those eyes, once so bright and proud, were slowly dimming.

He reached for her hand, his own stained with ash and blood.

“I’m sorry…” His breath was weak. “I know… I hurt you… so badly…”

He paused, each word an immense effort.

“This fire… let this count… as me paying you back… okay?”

“Stop talking!” Lena’s eyes burned, her voice cracking. “It’s not the same thing! Just stop talking—”

But Wyatt didn’t seem to hear her.

He just looked at her, his gaze stubborn to the end.

“Lena…” he gasped, using his last ounce of strength. “Let your new world… begin… clean…”

Lena lowered her head and looked at him.

At the face already pale from blood loss.

At the final plea in his eyes.

After a long time, she forced a single word from her throat.

“Okay.”

As if he had finally heard the answer he was waiting for, Wyatt’s body went limp.

His eyes slowly closed.

And the hand holding hers fell away.

…

In the end, Wyatt didn’t make it.

Lena learned what happened next in fragments, from others.

Wyatt’s family arrived and took his body away.

His father seemed to age twenty years overnight, and his mother cried until she collapsed.

Not long after, Wyatt’s family acquired Red Creek Ranch, which had finally succumbed to bankruptcy.

Clara was sentenced to a state psychiatric facility, where she would spend the rest of her life.

As for Lena’s company, despite the devastating fire, it slowly got back on its feet, growing larger and more successful each year.

Logan stayed by her side through it all, his professionalism, patience, and steadiness helping her heal, piece by piece.

Five years later, Lena’s company was one of the most influential agricultural enterprises in the Southwest.

She and Logan were married, and they had a lovely daughter.

One sunny afternoon, their daughter was flipping through a company photo album when she pointed to an old picture. “Mom, this guy is so handsome. Who is he? How come I’ve never seen him?”

Lena looked down and paused.

It was a photo taken on the worksite, just before the fire.

The person her daughter was pointing at was Wyatt, standing in the crowd.

In the photo, he was still young, his shoulders straight, as if nothing bad had ever happened.

Lena looked at it for a long time.

Then she gathered her daughter into her arms and said softly, “He was someone who taught me a lot of things.”

“What things?” her daughter asked, looking up.

Lena looked out the window.

Outside, the land, farms, and processing plants she had built with her own two hands stretched out to the horizon.

Her gaze was gentle but firm.

“He taught me not to put my hope in anyone else,” she said. “If you want something, you have to build it yourself.”

Her daughter, who seemed to both understand and not understand, reached out and hugged her tightly.

“Then Mommy must be very happy now.”

Lena paused.

Then she hugged her daughter back, and a slow, easy smile spread across her face.

It was a smile of true peace.

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m very happy now.”