The Ring I Designed, The Finger She Wore It On Chapter 09

The Ring I Designed, The Finger She Wore It On Chapter 09

Crestwell Group’s emergency board meeting lasted six hours.

By the time Grant walked out, he was no longer CEO.

The board concluded that his long-term abuse of authority and blatant favoritism had caused losses across

multiple projects.

The internal information Camille leaked had also exposed Crestwell to massive claims.

Grant’s father slapped the resignation letter down in front of him.

“You wrecked the company over one woman. Happy now?”

Grant picked it up.

“This is my fault.”

That evening, he came to see me about one final equity restructuring agreement.

I read through the terms.

“You’re giving up ten percent of your personal stake?”

“To compensate the international team Camille fired.”

“The board agreed to that?”

“They had no reason not to.”

I signed and handed the document back to him.

Grant didn’t leave.

“The divorce decree came through.”

“I know.”

“It becomes final tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

His fingers pressed against the edge of the document.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

His expression tightened.

‘d

gone

from being his lover to being nothing more than a business partner.

That was a rule he’d taught me himself.

Grant spoke quietly.

‘Does Elliot treat you well?”

‘That’s none of your business.”

‘Do you like him?”

‘Also none of your business.”

He gave a rueful laugh.

‘I finally understand what it means to have no right to ask.”

said nothing.

‘Vivian, if I’d stayed that day, would things have turned out differently?”

‘I don’t know.”

‘Do you hate me?”

‘Not anymore.”

His eyes went red.

Love and hate both carry weight.

indifference is the only thing that feels this light.

An assistant knocked and came in with the final investigative report.

In addition to falsifying the emails, Camille had sold Crestwell’s internal information to a competitor to pay off her father’s gambling debts.

Three items on the perfect résumé she’d always bragged about had been falsified too.

Grant finished reading and suddenly laughed.

“I gave a liar a perfect score and spent all those years thinking you weren’t good enough.”

“Which proves your scores never meant anything.”

I stood and put on my coat.

The North American office would officially open the next day, and I still had plenty to do.

Grant followed me to the door.

Vivian.

I stopped.

He looked as though he had a hundred things he wanted to say, but in the end, he only placed my wedding ring in my palm.

“It’s yours. You decide what happens to it.”

I looked at it for two seconds, then opened my hand.

The ring dropped into the donation box beside the door.

The box was labeled [DONATIONS].