Marcus sagged his shoulders as he hung up the phone. He went mute for a moment and couldn’t believe that he had finally broken up with Jessica.
He loved Jessica. He couldn’t deny it. All his dreams always had her in them, and the breakup felt like something had broken inside him.
But what was the essence of being in love with someone who didn’t reciprocate? It was like a dog watching a bone on a screen. It could yearn for it but could never get it. He didn’t want to be that dog.
He finally took out his phone and dialed a number he had not contacted in a long time. When the call connected, he said in a low, heavy voice, “Father, you were right. I lost.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Then Marcus’ father spoke, his voice slightly choked.
“Where are you?”
Marcus gave him the address quietly.
Less than thirty minutes later, a black latest Ferrari 849 Testarossacar stopped not far from Marcus’ place.
The door opened, and a dignified middle-aged man stepped out. He was tall and straight-backed, his presence calm yet overwhelming, the kind of man who didn’t need to speak loudly to command respect.
He walked straight toward Marcus and pulled him into a firm embrace. Marcus froze for a second, then relaxed, the exhaustion he had been holding back finally spilling out.
If Jessica had been there, she would have been stunned. In fact, she would went crazy.
She would have recognized him instantly—Edward Langston.
One of the world’s top tycoons. The multi-billionaire man she always admired and forever wished to meet.
Her company had tried countless times to secure a partnership with the Langston Consortium. All of them had failed.
What she never knew was that if she had married Marcus, that partnership would have been effortless. But that was no longer relevant.
Marcus spoke in a low, despondent voice. “Father… you were right. I was wrong.”
Edward looked at his son and felt a sharp pang in his chest. Marcus had lost weight. His eyes were tired, stripped of the light they once held. The past three years had clearly worn him down.
“I warned you, I knew this would happen. Hope you don’t forget our agreement” Edward told him
He reminded Marcus of the agreement they made three years ago. If Marcus failed to successfully marry that woman, he was to return home and obediently inherit the family estate.
Back then, Marcus had been stubborn. He wanted to support Jessica. He wanted to make her successful, make her shine, make her achieve everything she dreamed of.
For her sake, he had willingly dropped his identity, hidden his background, and used his abilities only to help her from behind the scenes.
Edward had tried to stop him telling him Jessica wasn’t worth it. At the time, Marcus refused to listen. Now, he finally understood what his father had seen from the beginning.
Marcus nodded slowly. After three years with Jessica, he had grown disillusioned with love. Whatever belief he once had in sacrifice and loyalty had been completely crushed.


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