“Landon, please, I’m begging you. Help me, just one more time… I know I was wrong…”
But no matter how desperately Noelle pleaded, no matter how she struggled, in the end she was dragged out of the Ford Group building by security like a discarded rag.
Downstairs, the receptionist—who’d spent the better part of half an hour anxiously glancing at the elevator doors—finally let out a shaky breath when she saw Noelle being escorted outside. Relief washed over her.
Security didn’t bother with kindness. They tossed Noelle onto the cold concrete in front of the building.
She sat there in stunned silence, empty as a shell, as if her soul had slipped away.
She couldn’t understand how everything had changed so drastically in less than two months.
Landon used to call her “Noelle” with warmth; then it became just “Noelle,” cold and distant. Now, she was nothing more than “that woman.”
How had Landon’s heart turned to stone so quickly?
Upstairs, in the CEO’s office, Landon stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at his phone. He opened Zinnia’s chat, typed a message, deleted it, started again, erased it—over and over, unable to write a single word.
Noelle’s mention of that man had unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
So… that man was at Veridian University too?
Who was he to Zinnia?
Why was he always around her?
A thousand questions raced through Landon’s mind, each more troubling than the last.
But he didn’t dare ask the one that haunted him most: did his wife have some secret with that man?
They weren’t divorced yet. Zinnia wouldn’t cheat on him behind his back.
Landon kept repeating this to himself, but it brought no comfort.

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