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    More than that, Jeffrey’s bags had been packed in advance—proving this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision but something they had nned long before.


    As for where they had gone? No one had a clue.


    At ten in the morning, Ronald received a package.


    Seeing Rachel’s name as the sender, he didn’t dare dy and immediately brought it to Brian.


    Holding the package, Brian’s hands trembled, his breath unsteady, his chest tight with dread. He couldn’t bring himself to open it.


    He was terrified,pletely paralyzed by fear.


    For several agonizing minutes, he just stood there, unable to tear it open.


    Finally, his fingers tightened around the package before he slowly held it out.


    “Open it for me.”


    Ronald tore through the seal but hesitated, awaiting further instruction.


    Brian’s voice came low and strained. “Take out what’s inside.”


    The moment the document slid free, bold, unforgiving letters came into view—Divorce Agreement.


    Ronald’s throat went dry. He held his breath, unwilling to utter a single word. A suffocating silence settled over the office, thick and unmoving.


    “Is it what I think it is?” Brian’s voice finally broke through, heavy and hollow.


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    “Yes.”


    That single confirmation crushed him. It was as if a thousand-pound weight had mmed into his chest, making it impossible to breathe.


    His hand shot up, yanking at his tie, his fingers fumbling to loosen his cor—yet nothing relieved the pressure strangling his lungs.


    The air felt thin, every breath jagged and painful, his expression darkening by the second.


    Ronald stood stiffly by his side, barely daring to move.


    “Give it to me,” Brian said, his voice edged with steel.


    He took the divorce papers and scanned each use with grim intensity. Rachel had left everything behind—every asset, every shared possession—taking nothing with her.


    She wasn’t after money. She wasn’t after power. She didn’t want anything at all. And that was what unsettled him most.


    It meant she had nothing left to ask of him, nothing left to hold on to. If only she had been a little selfish—demanded something, anything—he could have found a reason to make her stay.


    But she hadn’t. And that kind of finality shattered him more than anything else ever could.


    “Keep the document,” Brian finally said, his voice low, though the ache in his chest was unbearable.


    Ronald gave a curt nod. “Understood, sir.”


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