His Public Love Was a Private Lie Novel

Chapter 5 No one had expected things to unravel so fast. "Beck, what's going on? There must be some kind of misunderstanding," Cyrus said with a strained smile, trying his best to sound composed. "Let's sit down and talk this through. We're doing business here, right? We don't just walk away from the table." Beck was stone-faced. "We agreed to work with Evelyn. Mr. Hill, you never informed us she'd stepped down. And now you're telling us the project's being handed over to someone else?" He gestured sharply at Vivian.

"If you can change the rules like this, then so can we." Vivian's face went pale. She rushed to explain, "Mr. Beck, isn't this about the company's capabilities? Not her, right? I'm more than qualified to oversee this, and my background reflects that." Beck scoffed, "Just based on what you've said today, you're not good enough to hold a candle to Evelyn." "Beck!" Cyrus's voice rose, trying to defend Vivian. But Beck wasn't taking orders. "Mr. Hill, our commitment was to Evelyn's leadership, not to Cylyn Group itself. The board respects her. Not you." I'd said it before.

The overseas market was something I had built with my own hands. Vivian couldn't handle Just then, Cyrus's secretary burst in. "Mr. Hill, this just arrived. Ms. Evelyn said it's urgent and must go. directly to you." At the mention of my name, Cyrus's face twisted. "What kind of stunt is she pulling now?" He tore open the envelope, his jaw clenched. Inside was the divorce petition, my signature already. The bold, unmistakable words, Divorce Petition, stared back at him. Cyrus staggered backward, staring in disbelief. Beck glanced at it, then gave a cold chuckle. "Mr.

Hill, sure, the world may tempt with pretty blooms, what you had was a rose no one could rival." but With that, he walked out. Vivian had been frozen by the scene. But when she saw the petition, a quick, uncontrollable brightness crossed her face. If I was divorcing Cyrus, that meant she could finally take my place. Still, she had to finish the performance. Her eyes welled up. "Cyrus, is this my fault? Did I ruin everything?" Cyrus didn't answer. His mind was blank. On instinct alone, he pulled out his phone to call me. But I'd already blocked every number he had.

When the call didn't go through, his texts started pouring in, one after another. I read each one, slowly, carefully. Had he thought about any of this when he threw me away? He thought he meant everything to me. And, honestly, he had. I loved him. In eight years together, he became more than a partner. After my parents died five years ago, he was my only family. But he'd taken that love for granted. And now, he couldn't stomach the fact that I was the one walking away. He had made his choice. And I had given him my answer.

Everything we had built together inflated his ego, convinced him he was the reason for our success. He forgot that his greatest ally was his wife. As the years passed, he saw himself as the leader, and me as the accessory. Outside, the winter wind cut through the city. Cyrus didn't care. He scoured the streets, looking for me like I'd vanished from the face of the earth. He only stopped when he confirmed I had truly left the city. He stood at a street corner, watching a young couple holding hands under the glow of a streetlight.

For a second, he was pulled back in time to a night when that had been us, arms linked, me looking at him with warmth in my eyes. But now, reality had finally hit. And I had no intention of letting him wallow in heartbreak. "Mr. Hill, we have a problem. Today's incident, and the footage of you and the new VP in the stairwell last week. It's all over the internet. What should we do?!" Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.