Chapter 10
Shirley’s face went pale, her voice trembling. “H–How do you know all this?”
The woman in front of me, dumb as a rock, was never worthy of my time. I wasted five years of my life and energy on her. I mentally slapped myself twice for being such a poor judge of character.
“Shirley, you really thought you hid it well? Too bad you forgot who I am. I told you before – I’m Cyril Martin, rich heir of Washington.”
She frowned instinctively, convinced I was bluffing. She thought I was blackmailing her to
force her hand.
Suddenly, she lunged forward, grabbing my arm. “Cyril, tell the Securities Commission that all the evidence is fake! Say you made it up because you wanted me back! If you help me, I’ll do anything you want!”
I shoved her away. “You’re too late. You don’t have any chances left.”
Her eyes turned bloodshot, and she spat out each word. “If you clear my name, I’ll marry you.”
Before I could respond, Digby stormed toward me, shouting, “Cyril, you bastard! You ruined everything just to steal my wife! You’re despicable! We don’t need to go public if it means giving in to a pretty boy like you!”
He raised his hand to hit me, but I caught his wrist in mid–air.
“Digby, save your breath. Right now, you should be more worried about yourself.”
His face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”
They say birds of a feather flock together. Even with disaster looming over them, they still couldn’t see what was coming.
Out of kindness, I did him the courtesy of explaining. “You really think Shirley will protect you? She can barely save herself. Do you honestly believe she’ll take the fall for you?”
His face drained of color. He turned to her in desperation and asked, “Shirley, you won’t abandon me… right?”
As I expected, Shirley stared at him coldly, her voice void of emotion. “You made your bed, Digby. Now lie in it.”
Digby froze, then jabbed a finger at her stomach. “You’re carrying my child, and you’re still willing to throw me under the bus?!”
Hearing it, her expression shifted instantly. “What did you say?”
He pulled out a medical report and shoved it into her hands. “You’re pregnant.”
Her face contorted with shock, shifting rapidly between disbelief and fury. She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him violently. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”
Digby slumped in defeat. “I was going to tell you today… but now… Now everything’s
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Digby slumped in defeat. “I was going to tell you today… but now… Now everything’s
ruined.”
The crowd exchanged glances, piecing together the sordid story from their bickering. Shirley realized there was no coming back from this. Her legs buckled, and she stumbled backward, pale and trembling.
I watched the scene unfold with cold detachment. Not a flicker of sympathy crossed my
mind.
Then, the exchange’s doors swung open. A group of uniformed officers strode inside. “Miss Shirley Davison, Mr. Digby Goodwin, we are from the Securities Commission and the Public Security Bureau’s joint investigation team. Please cooperate with our inquiries.” Shirley’s face went ghostly white as she collapsed to the floor, mumbling over and over, “It’s over… Everything is over…”
Perhaps it was the stress, or maybe the toll from their wild night before, but she clutched her stomach in pain, writhing in agony.
The crowd murmured amongst themselves, now fully aware of the pair’s disgrace. The insults hurled at them were even harsher than what had been aimed at me earlier.
Having no interest in watching the pathetic spectacle any longer, I turned on my heel and walked out of the building without looking back.
As I stepped outside, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop right beside me.
