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The legal team?
She knew better than anyone exactly what that meant.
This wasn't a simple breakup. This was a total, unmitigated annihilation.
It meant that every vicious scheme she had pulled, every lie she had spun while hiding behind his protection for the past eight years, was about to be dragged into the unforgiving light of day.
"No... Grant, please, no..."
Lyla's body went limp, her knees buckling as she slumped heavily onto the cold, unforgiving tile floor with a dull thud.
Ignoring the stinging pain in her legs, she desperately grabbed fistfuls of Grant's dress pants. Tilting her ghostly pale, tear-streaked face up at him, she began to wail.
"I was wrong... I know I was wrong... but I only did it because I love you so much!"
Her cries were hysterical and utterly desperate, massive tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I was terrified of losing you! I was so scared you didn't want me anymore... I was so jealous that Sienna got to be your legitimate wife, jealous that she got to carry your child! Everything I did, I did because I am so insanely in love with you!"
She tried to weaponize the word "love" for one final, desperate emotional hostage situation.
But this time, her bargaining chips were completely worthless.
Grant stared down at her hands desperately clutching his pants. The look in his eyes was one of pure, unfiltered revulsion—as if he were staring at a cockroach that had just crawled out of a sewer.
Love?
Sienna's pale, quiet face uncontrollably surged to the forefront of his mind.
That woman had also claimed to love him.
But her love had been quietly sacrificing her brilliant career, hiding her immense talent, and silently enduring everything just to stay by his side.
Lyla's "love" was nothing but a web of lies and calculated manipulation, using a fictional pregnancy to play him for an absolute fool.
The humiliating sting of betrayal set his blood on fire, pushing him to the very brink of madness.
"Let go!" he roared, his voice dangerously hoarse.

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