Chapter 23
The news spread, shaking the entire business world once again.
No one could comprehend Adrian’s madness-his self-destruction, his decision to walk away from everything he had built.
When his parents came to confront him in tears, begging for an explanation, he only repeated one sentence, calm and hollow, “I lost the most precious person in my life. Nothing else matters
anymore.”
With every title, possession, and burden stripped away, Adrian became a different man.
He traded his tailored suits for plain cotton shirts and slacks. He moved into a small one-bedroom apartment. He no longer read financial papers or attended social events.
His days narrowed down to a single ritual.
Every morning, he arrived early at the corner café across from the Sloane Group headquarters. He would buy a cup of coffee, stand quietly by the street, and watch the glass tower across the road.
When the familiar black Maybach pulled up, his heartbeat would spike.
He watched as Sienna stepped out, composed and immaculate, surrounded by her security detail. She would walk into the building with her usual confident stride.
Sometimes, she might glance faintly toward his direction. His breath would stop, his hands trembling-but she never truly saw him. And even if she did, it was as if he were invisible air.
In the afternoons, he went to the private library Sienna often frequented. He sat in the farthest corner with an unopened book in hand, his eyes tracing her silhouette as she read by the window or
typed on her laptop.
Her focused expression, the faint furrow in her brow-it was enough to both soothe and torture
him.
By evening, he would return to stand outside the Sloane Group tower, waiting until her car left and
the taillights vanished around the corner. Only then would he limp away into the night, his routine complete, like a pilgrim paying penance.
He never approached her, never spoke. He only watched-from a distance-like a devout sinner guarding the last light he’d lost.
The Sloane security team had long since noticed him.
Several times, the guards approached, coldly warning him to leave. One even raised a hand, ready
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to use force.
Each time, Sienna’s car window would lower slightly. She would cast one detached glance at the gaunt figure standing in the shadows, then speak in an even tone, “Leave him. Pretend he doesn’t
exist.”
That indifference hurt far more than any humiliation or threat ever could.
Adrian would have preferred her anger-her curses, her hatred-because those, at least, would mean she still cared. But to be treated as if he didn’t exist… meant she had erased him/completely
from her world.
Mr. and Mrs. Prescott watched their son waste away, day after day. His body grew thinner, his eyes
empty, his will to live fading.
Terrified, they swallowed their pride again and begged Sienna for mercy.
In a quiet meeting room, the two who had once stood above everyone else now bowed deeply, tears streaming down their faces.
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