My Boyfriend Called My Mother’S ICU A Bottomless Pit And Her Startup A Gift Chapter 10

My Boyfriend Called My Mother’S ICU A Bottomless Pit And Her Startup A Gift Chapter 10

After that, Dashiell never appeared in front of me again.

I heard he was forced out of Veyne Capital by the board.

After the debt from Elodie’s project came crashing down, she ran to him crying, saying she had only been young and naive.

Dashiell threw her out.

People said he only left her with one sentence.

“You were never even in the same league as her.”

But by the time those words reached me, they meant nothing.

Who lost money, who cried, who regretted what they had done—none of it had anything to do with me anymore.

In the third year, my company landed a major project.

The client was a medical company preparing to go public.

On the day we signed the contract, their director asked me, “Ms. Merrick, why are you so focused on financial risk in healthcare?”

I looked at the contract and went quiet for a few seconds.

“Because I’ve seen what happens when the money stops.”

“I’ve seen how a life disappears, little by little.”

He didn’t ask anything else.

That night, I went to Stillwater Memorial Park.

I brought my mother a slice of lemon pound cake.

For the child who never had the chance to be born, I brought a tiny wind chime.

When the wind passed through it, the sound was very soft.

I stood there for a long time, telling them everything I had been saving up.

The company was doing well.

So was I.

And for the first time in years, being alone no longer scared me.

When I left the cemetery, a familiar figure was standing by the gate.

Dashiel.

He was thinner than the last time I had seen him. In his hand was a bouquet of white lilies.

“Sable, I’m leaving.”

He continued, “I probably won’t come back after this.”

“This is the last time I’ll disturb you.”

I nodded.

“That’s good.”

His eyes reddened again.

But this time, he didn’t cry. He didn’t beg. He only looked at me for a long, long time.

“As long as you’re doing well, I can live with that.”

I gave him a faint smile.

“Don’t turn my peace into your forgiveness.”

“I’m doing well because I finally got away from you.”

His face went pale for a moment.

In the end, he still nodded.

“Right.”

“I deserve that.”

Then he turned and walked into the rain.

A few days later, Hollis called me.

She said Dashiell had signed a notarized transfer of his last remaining assets, naming me as the recipient.

After I heard her out, I only said, “Process it through the proper channels.”

“You want to accept it?”

“Yes.”

I looked out at the city slowly brightening beyond the window.

“That isn’t forgiveness.”

“It’s what he owes me.”

After I hung up, I put the documents into the drawer.

On my desk, a new contract had just been delivered that morning.

My assistant knocked and stepped inside.

“Ms. Merrick, your ten o’clock meeting is about to start.”

I picked up the file.

“Let’s go.”

As the elevator descended, my reflection appeared in the mirrored wall.

Clean.

Calm.

Dry-eyed.

I used to think losing my marriage would make my whole life collapse.

Later, I learned that the real collapse was staying in a rotten relationship and offering myself again and again to someone else’s indifference.

Leaving wasn’t failure.

It was rebirth.

I would never forget my mother.

I would never forget the child I lost.

But I would never put my life on hold for Dashiell Veyne again.

From the day he told me to figure it out on my own, whatever we had was already over.