Hearing the comments—pretended to be murmurings yet loud enough to be heard by everyone—Vera’s face twisted with bitterness. Her fists clenched, and her eyes blazed as she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
For some time now, she thought she had overcome the pain from every jab concerning this incident. But in this moment, she had to admit: she never healed. And she never stopped regretting. Indeed, it’s quite pathetic.
Even Trevor, with all his patience, affection, and loyalty, had failed to break down the walls she’d built.
Aaron, her husband on paper but a stranger at heart, had tried to provide her a semblance of stability.
Still, none of it mattered. Because that one goodbye—that final, quiet departure from Davis—had undone everything destiny might have prepared for her. That single step had upended her life.
And now, watching Jessica—a girl she once dismissed as a naive outsider—stand gracefully, confidently, beside Davis, Vera couldn’t deny the bitterness coiling in her chest.
She had to admit she was completely envious of Jessica. A country bumpkin. A rejected daughter. A girl without worldliness or sophistication. Yet with Davis, she held the entire Allen empire in her hand. She had Davis’s loyalty. His admiration. Perhaps, even his love.
With her smile, she had succeeded in stealing the one man truly worth loving.
"But then, do I get to blame her? She was never in the picture when I left... but I can’t help being bitter," she mused to herself.
Noticing a cold, piercing gaze trained on her for a while, Jessica turned her attention away from Davis. Her eyes locked onto Vera’s. A brief silence lingered between them. Then, with a soft sigh, Jessica stepped forward.
"Sis-in-law, are you okay? Why are your eyes red?" she asked gently.
Vera hadn’t realized her emotions had spilled so freely onto her face. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears forming in her eyes. With a single thought "I can’t let them see how much I hurt due to my foolishness.
Taking a deep breath "Nothing much. You don’t have to worry," she said, her voice composed but barely hiding the storm underneath.
Jessica tilted her head and sighed dramatically. "I thought something might be wrong. Maybe my husband could help you fix it."
"You don’t have to bother, thank you," Vera replied, meeting her gaze head-on. Jessica nodded at her challenge.
"Jessica nodded at the challenge in her voice. "Mr. Aaron, maybe you should step out and get treated. Otherwise..."
Without finishing her sentence, she pulled away from Davis and walked confidently, her head held high toward the head of the table.
Her posture changed completely; serious and commanding, as though all the drama that had just unfolded was a weird figment of everyone’s imagination.
Taking a deep breath, she addressed the room.
"Great men and women of the Allen Group, I want to thank you for your patience throughout this tumultuous period, and for your goodwill toward the company."
Her voice rang with clarity and authority.
"Now, I would like to propose that this meeting reconvene tomorrow. Do you agree?" she asked coldly.
The boardroom tensed. To the minority who supported Davis, it was a straightforward question. But to the majority who had backed Desmond, it felt like a trap. Her tone, the firm way she stood—it all made them uneasy.
They exchanged subtle glances. The weight of her presence and the chill in her voice pressed against their composure.
One of the older board members finally cleared his throat. "With the media and the people of Country Y waiting eagerly for the outcome of this meeting, it might be more prudent to continue."
Another added, "It would help pacify the public and reassure investors. The company stock has taken significant hits already."
Jessica’s eyes swept across the room. She gave it a second thought and nodded.
"Very well," she said. "Let’s begin."
Davis watched her, pride brimming in his eyes as she confidently introduced the agenda.
Several attendees noticed the unhidden adoration in Davis’s gaze and shook their heads in silent resignation. Some even looked wistful.
Jessica continued, her voice unwavering.
"With the agenda of today’s meeting still in view, and considering the clause which states that the largest shareholder assumes power as the group’s president and acting head, I hereby propose the appointment of Davis Allen to act in my stead."
Her statement dropped like a thunderclap.
The room froze. Silence blanketed the hall, and shock colored every face and some others flushed with surprise.

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