บททั้งหมดของ He Divorced Me… But I Was Never His To Lose(regret & desire): บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Damian Finally FellThe entire shareholder chamber reacted the second Damian caught himself against the edge of the conference table because until that moment, despite the blood, the exhaustion, and the visible damage his body had been carrying since he walked into the building, some part of the room still believed he might somehow force himself through the rest of the night on sheer will alone.But this time the weakness didn’t disappear quickly enough.His hand hit the polished surface hard enough to echo across the chamber while the strain finally broke through the composure he had maintained for hours, and I felt the exact moment his body stopped cooperating beneath my grip on his arm.“Damian.”My voice came out sharper than intended as I moved toward him immediately, but he barely seemed to hear me over the ringing silence swallowing the room around us.The blood loss had finally caught up.His breathing looked uneven now, no longer controlled carefully enough to hide what the p

Gregory Heard The Truth Too LateThe silence that followed Damian’s answer felt almost unbearable inside the shareholder chamber because suddenly none of the cameras, federal agents, screaming reporters, or collapsing corporate empire surrounding us seemed important compared to the man lying on the marble floor bleeding through reopened stitches while still holding my hand like letting go might drag him somewhere he couldn’t come back from.“She’s the reason I survived you.”Gregory stood completely still after hearing it.For the first time all night, he looked like someone who genuinely did not know how to respond.The medics continued working urgently around Damian, cutting away more of the blood-soaked fabric near his ribs while portable monitors flashed unstable readings beside him, but even through the chaos, the room remained strangely quiet because everyone close enough to hear understood the weight behind what Damian had just said.It wasn’t a romantic declaration.It was an

The Fear Damian Never AdmittedThe confession hit me harder than everything else that happened that night combined.Not the boardroom.Not Gregory’s collapse.Not even watching Damian nearly bleed to death on the conference floor.“I was scared the whole time.”Because Damian never admitted fear.Not when men pointed guns at him near the river.Not when his heart stopped.Not while tearing apart Hart Global in front of cameras and federal investigators.He carried fear the same way he carried pain: silently, buried beneath control so deep most people mistook it for coldness.But now, lying pale against the medical stretcher while rain battered the armored transport speeding through Manhattan streets, he finally looked too exhausted to keep hiding it anymore.The medic nearest him adjusted another IV line quickly while monitoring the unstable readings flashing across the portable screen beside him.“Stay with us, Mr. Hart.”Damian barely seemed to hear him.His eyes remained fixed on m

The Morning After Gregory FellBy the time the surgery lights finally turned off, dawn had already started bleeding faintly across the underground facility windows high above the private medical corridor, turning the rain outside into blurred silver streaks against the glass.I hadn’t slept.None of us had.The entire night still felt unreal, stretched too far beyond what a human body or mind should survive in a single evening, and somewhere between Gregory’s arrest, Damian's collapsing in the shareholder chamber, and sitting outside another operating room praying I wouldn’t lose him before sunrise, time itself had started feeling meaningless.The surgical doors opened slowly.Every muscle in my body tightened instantly.The surgeon who stepped into the corridor looked exhausted beneath the harsh hospital lighting, his gloves already removed while another member of the medical staff disappeared behind him pushing blood-stained equipment carts farther into the wing.For one terrible se

Damian Didn’t Want The Throne AnymoreBy noon, the world outside the recovery suite had fully descended into chaos.Every major financial network was running emergency coverage on Hart Global. Gregory’s arrest had already spread internationally, shareholders were panicking publicly, and analysts who spent years praising the company’s stability were suddenly dissecting its corruption in real time like vultures circling something already dead.Inside Damian’s recovery room, none of it seemed to matter anymore.The television mounted silently against the far wall displayed scrolling headlines beneath muted footage of Hart Global headquarters surrounded by reporters and federal vehicles, but Damian barely looked at it after Lucien turned the screen on earlier that morning.That alone still felt strange.The old Damian would have controlled every narrative by now.Every statement.Every leak.Every market response.Instead, he looked out the window.Quietly.The sunlight falling across the