He Helped Her Rise, Only for Her to Regret Letting Him Go

"Brother, you once asked for my help abroad. I’ve made up my mind. After tying up a few loose ends here, I’ll come find you."

Grayson Sawyer’s hand tightened around the phone, betraying the emotions he fought to conceal. This wasn’t a decision made lightly, but after another crushing betrayal, his path felt clearer.

The voice on the other end lit up with amusement, a playful tone slipping through. "Didn’t you say your wedding is in a week? What’s this sudden change? Are you leaving your bride behind, or has she decided to pack up and join you?"

Grayson’s expression remained unreadable, his tone calm yet firm. "The wedding’s off."

The voice on the other end hesitated, a note of disbelief creeping in. "What? I thought you two were solid. When you got engaged, she even…"

"Brother, like you said, that was in the past."

The dimly lit room fell into a heavy silence. The quiet stretched for a moment before the voice on the line sighed, carrying a hint of resignation. "Alright, just make sure you’ve thought it through. I was planning to attend the wedding when I came back to take care of business next week. Since it’s off, I’ll meet you at the airport instead."

"Okay."

As the call ended, Grayson sank into the sofa, his shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. His eyes landed on the luxurious wedding photo adorning the wall, a masterpiece of carefully constructed happiness. He chuckled darkly, the sound more bitter than amused.

Suppose fate hadn’t led him to the CEO’s office that day, where Savannah Sullivan was wrapped in Spencer Stanford’s arms as though the world beyond them didn’t exist. In that case, he might have still been holding onto the dream of their life together.

But now, the tides had shifted, and everything had changed. Her heart no longer beats for him, leaving him with no reason to hold on.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Grayson shrugged off his suit, the faint scent of whiskey clinging to the fabric. He stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold light and rushing water attempt to cleanse the fatigue etched into his being.

His stomach twisted into knots before he lurched over the toilet, retching until he was left gasping for air. Years of endless social events, drowning himself in liquor to secure business deals for Savannah’s company, had taken their toll on his body. Each toast had left him a little weaker, a little more broken.

But regret? That had never been part of the equation. At least back then, his sacrifices had spared Savannah from sleepless nights of worry.

Now, though…

The memory of her gentle touch as she handed him a bowl of hangover soup stabbed at his chest. Those moments felt like a lifetime ago.

Now, she poured her time and energy into someone else, her childhood friend, the one who had resurfaced claiming depression.

Not only did Savannah spend her days by Spencer’s side, but she dared to invite him into their home, blurring lines Grayson once believed sacred. What stoked his fury most was catching Spencer sneaking into Savannah’s room in the dead of night, not once, but repeatedly.

When confronted, Spencer had the gall to laugh it off, calling it sleepwalking.

It was laughable, pathetic, even.

If not for Savannah’s relentless defense of him, Grayson would have tossed Spencer out on his first socalled nocturnal stroll.

Stepping out of the shower, steam still curling around him, Grayson noticed something immediately: his discarded suit had vanished.

From the living room, a ripple of laughter floated toward him, igniting his irritation all over again.

As Grayson approached the living room, his footsteps faltered at the sight before him. Savannah stood locked in Spencer’s arms, their bodies entwined, their gazes brimming with an intimacy that twisted his stomach into knots.

A flash of movement drew his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his suit, discarded like trash in the bin.

Just as Savannah leaned in, her lips hovering near Spencer’s, she caught sight of Grayson’s figure looming closer. The joy that had lit up her face vanished in an instant. She shoved Spencer away, her demeanor shifting with practiced ease.

"Grayson, I thought you weren’t home," she said.

Grayson smiled faintly, a gesture that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Did his absence grant them free rein to behave so shamelessly? The faint sound of water dripping from the bathroom echoed in the stillness, a quiet reminder of his presence they had so clearly overlooked.

"Did you throw away my suit?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm as he gestured toward the trash can. His dark eyes bore into them, unreadable yet carrying an undeniable weight.

Before Savannah could respond, Spencer stepped forward, wearing a look of feigned guilt. "It’s my fault. I noticed the suit was dirty and had a tear, so I assumed it was trash."

Trash?

It was anything but a mistake. It was deliberate.

Grayson’s gaze hardened as he studied Spencer’s pathetic attempt at remorse. His voice, now tinged with simmering anger, cut through the air like a blade.

"And who do you think you are? Who gave you the right to touch anything in this house? And more importantly, who invited you to stay here? Get out. Now."

Spencer, a grown man, shrank under the weight of Grayson’s fury, his eyes welling up with tears. "I’m sorry! It’s my fault, all of it. I know I shouldn’t have been here. I’ll clean your suit, every last stain. I’ll leave immediately. You’ll never have to see me again, I swear!"

He looked as though the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders. As he bent down, Savannah’s hand shot out, gripping his arm with surprising force as she pulled him behind her.

"Grayson, Spencer, and I grew up together. Now that his business has collapsed and he’s battling depression, he came to me for help. And this is how you repay him by insulting him like this?"

"If he’s not worthy of staying, then you’re even less worthy of being here."

"Don’t forget who’s given you everything you have."

"Let me make this clear: no one but me has the right to ask Spencer to leave. If you don’t like it, then feel free to pack your bags and go."

"This is my house, Grayson. We’re not even married yet, and letting you stay here is already more than generous."

Hearing her relentless barrage of accusations, Grayson let out a bitter laugh, one that tasted like ash in his mouth.

He had fought tooth and nail to steady Savannah's company, working around the clock, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion. If it weren’t for him, it would have crumbled long ago, swallowed by its own debts. And the money that bought this house? That came from his first hardwon deal, a victory he’d earned by surviving on scraps, with nothing but blood, sweat, and determination in his pocket.

And now, this was what he got.

Grayson wanted to confront Savannah, but her eyes were locked on Spencer, her gaze soft and tender as she spoke. "Spencer, don’t be afraid. As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you."

Spencer wiped his tears, offering Grayson a shaky smile, his eyes red and puffy. "Brother Grayson, I know you don’t like seeing me and Savannah together, but don’t worry. I’ll be leaving soon."

He then turned to Savannah with a look of pure helplessness. "Savannah, I know you care about me, but I don’t want to get in the way of your happiness. After all, you’re about to get married. Please don’t let me come between you two."

Savannah’s voice was firm yet gentle. "Spencer, don’t talk like that. This is your home, too. Stay for as long as you need."

Savannah comforted Spencer softly, her words a gentle balm to his wounds. But when her gaze shifted back to Grayson, it turned as cold as ice. "Grayson, I’ve already agreed to marry you. If Spencer and I were really involved, you would have been out of the picture a long time ago. Take a hard look at your actions, and come talk to me once you’ve learned your lesson."

With that, Savannah led Spencer toward the bedroom, her voice soothing him with reassurance.

As they walked away, Grayson felt a bitter taste rise in his throat. The words he had wanted to say caught in his chest, too heavy to speak. His mind flashed back to the image that had haunted him all night, their embrace through the office window, the kiss that had shattered everything.

Spencer had wept, his voice a fragile whisper, "Why are you marrying him and not me?"

Savannah had held him close, her gaze tender and filled with quiet affection. "Spencer, you know where my heart lies. I never imagined you’d come back to me…"

"Now that you’re here, the wedding is yours."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"And I have a gift for you, too."

In the darkened hallway, Grayson hadn’t been able to endure another moment. He couldn’t recall how he’d made it back to his office, only that, years ago, those same words, that same warmth, had been his and Savannah’s.

Savannah was a force to be reckoned with, a careerdriven powerhouse who refused to bow to anyone. She had built her own company from the ground up, fueled by ambition and determination.

When Grayson heard about her, he didn’t think twice. He walked away from a highpaying job that brought in over a million a year and threw himself into helping her build her empire.

He worked tirelessly, often skipping meals, just to bring in the business she needed. And when he returned from business trips, Savannah would always be there, confiding in him about the pressure she’d been under while he was away. Back then, he was the only one she trusted with her worries.

Savannah had promised him time and time again that they would marry as soon as the company went public.

Now that the company had successfully launched and their wedding was on the horizon, Grayson should have felt nothing but elation. Yet, he found himself unable to force a smile.

He couldn’t help but remember every little thing Savannah had once despised. She had always loathed wasting time on idle distractions, setting a strict rule for herself to be in bed by 10 p.m. to ensure she could hit the ground running the next day. But all of that had shifted, thanks to Spencer’s arrival.

To "help" Spencer through his supposed depression, Savannah now took him to all sorts of places to relax whenever she found the time. At night, when Spencer claimed he couldn’t sleep, Savannah would sit by his bedside until he fell asleep, often staying up until the early hours of the morning.

All the attention, the care, the tenderness that once had been his was now Spencer’s.

There had been a time when Savannah had fretted over something as simple as not knowing how to make hangover soup for him. But now, her warmth was reserved for Spencer.

For Grayson, there was nothing left but her impatience.

The wedding would still happen, but the groom would no longer be him.

Instead of staying and humiliating himself, Grayson decided it would be more dignified to leave in silence. On the day of the wedding, in two weeks, he would quietly slip away with his older brother.

His love for her had been so profound that Grayson couldn’t bring himself to hate the woman who had once held his heart for ten years.

But that love had long since been drained, leaving nothing but emptiness.

As he watched them close the bedroom door behind them, Grayson silently stepped into the study.

Here, aside from his work with the company, was where he spent most of his time, immersed in the tasks that filled his days.

But as soon as he reached his desk, he noticed the absence. His laptop, the one holding crucial contracts for the company’s survival, was missing.

Grayson didn’t have to guess. It was obvious who had taken it.

Determined not to face Spencer, he quickly typed a message to Savannah, his fingers trembling with the urgency of the situation.

Minutes later, her response lit up his screen: [Spencer seemed bored, so I let him use your laptop to play games.]

A deep frown creased Grayson’s face. That laptop wasn’t meant for idle distractions; it held contracts and data crucial to the company’s future. He sent her a quick, firm explanation about its importance, but the message was met with silence.

Realizing he had no other choice, Grayson walked to the bedroom door, each step heavy with frustration.

Just as he lifted his hand to knock, Spencer’s voice spilled through the door, cheerful and oblivious. "This suit is stunning! But the price, wow, it’s so expensive!"

Savannah’s warm voice followed, brimming with indulgence.

“As long as you like it, that’s all that matters. Let’s go with this one. Tomorrow, we’ll check out some rings.”

Grayson’s hand, poised midair, froze.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips as he let his arm fall to his side. Without another word, he turned and retreated to the solitude of the study.

Sinking into his chair, he absentmindedly scrolled through his social media, contemplating who might be worth a final farewell. The realization hit him like a cold wave; his years here had left him with few connections.

Nearly every waking hour had been sacrificed to the company, leaving little room for anything else.

Grayson’s scrolling abruptly stopped when a new post from Spencer caught his eye.

In the photo, a gleaming black sports car took center stage, its polished surface reflecting the sunlight. Standing beside it, Spencer and Savannah posed cheektocheek, their lips forming exaggerated pouts as though sharing some inside joke.

The caption read, [Baby gave me two surprises today. Suddenly, life doesn’t feel so depressing anymore!]

The comments section was already ablaze with excitement.

[Wait, two surprises? What’s the second one?]

[Isn’t it obvious? The other surprise is them finally making it official!]

[You two have always been perfect together; why not just announce the wedding date?]

Among the buzzing comments, someone chimed in, [Didn’t I hear Savannah was engaged to Grayson? What’s all this about?]

[Don’t be ridiculous! Everyone knows who Savannah truly cares about. Grayson’s just some fool hopelessly in love with her. That engagement nonsense? Just wishful thinking he made up to save face!]

[Exactly, like a stray dog clinging to scraps that don’t belong to him!]

Grayson’s thoughts drifted back to those school days when Spencer’s cronies used to torment him, calling him a "stray dog" and claiming he wasn’t even worthy of being in Spencer’s shadow.

The cruelty had only stopped when Spencer had boldly declared he had a girlfriend, making it clear that he and Savannah were nothing more than friends.

And then, as if by some twist of fate, Grayson had ended up in the same company as Savannah, a stroke of luck that had allowed him to inch closer to her.

Just as he was about to scroll past the post, his eye caught a fresh "like" beneath it, Savannah’s.

He thought he had already stopped caring, but the sharp sting in his chest proved him wrong.

Was this her way of making it final?

The faint sound of laughter drifted from the other room, but Grayson chose not to interrupt. Instead, he quietly began packing his things, each motion mechanical.

He would stay at the office until it was time to leave; there was no need for backandforth trips. It would make it easier to head straight to the airport on the day of the wedding.

Once he finished, he headed downstairs to take out the trash, tossing their wedding photo albums into the bin. What was the point of holding onto them when he wasn’t the groom anymore?

The next morning, just as Grayson was about to leave with his suitcase in hand, Savannah, just waking up, caught sight of him.

Savannah glanced at his empty room, her voice laced with confusion. "Where are you going with your suitcase?"

Grayson froze for a moment, his words lost as his eyes fell on the red mark on her collarbone.

They had shared moments together right under his nose.

Once, Grayson would have confronted her about it, his emotions running high. But now, with his departure looming, what she did no longer held any sway over him.

"Nowhere special," he replied, his voice smooth and measured. "With so much work piling up, it’s easier to stay at the office."

In the past, no matter the hour, Grayson would have always returned home to be with Savannah.

Before Savannah could say another word, Spencer appeared in the doorway, wearing his pajamas. His voice was soft, with a hint of demand.

"Savannah, I’m hungry," he said.

Savannah, quick to shift the focus, turned her unasked question into a gentle response. "Okay, let’s go downstairs and eat in a bit."

She glanced at Grayson, her tone casual, almost dismissive. "It’s probably better for you to stay at the office. That way, you won’t have to deal with seeing Spencer around all the time."

Grayson caught the taunting glint in Spencer’s eyes, but it didn’t faze him anymore.

As he started down the stairs, Savannah’s voice stopped him. "Grayson, where are the wedding photo albums?"

Grayson glanced toward the trash bin, where the albums had once rested, now conspicuously empty. His voice was flat as he spoke, void of emotion. "I threw them out."

"What? Why?" Savannah’s voice held a note of surprise and concern.

"You said they didn’t look good, so why keep them?" he responded, his tone indifferent.

Savannah’s worry deepened, her voice tightening with anxiety. "Even if they didn’t look good, you shouldn’t have thrown them away!"

Grayson’s voice remained eerily calm. "Things you don’t like become nothing more than an eyesore, don’t they?"

Savannah fell into an uneasy silence, the sharpness of his words hanging in the air.

Grayson didn’t feel like prolonging the conversation, so he ended the call abruptly.

As he was about to drive off, he caught a glimpse of Savannah hurrying down the stairs in her pajamas and slippers. She was frantically rummaging through the trash, ignoring the mess, as if the albums were the only thing that mattered now.

After a while, Savannah sent a message to Grayson. [Forget it. The photos from last time didn’t turn out great. When we get the chance, let’s retake them. Let’s include Spencer this time so the three of us can take a few together. That’ll definitely cheer him up.]

[Okay,] Grayson replied with a simple text.

Deep down, he wanted to argue. There was no need for more photos. Savannah’s heart was already with Spencer. She didn’t need a reason to lie about it.

But it wasn’t his problem anymore. Once he walked away, everything that tied him here would fade into the past.

Still, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder how Savannah would react if he didn’t show up on her wedding day.

She’d probably be relieved, free at last. There’d be nothing standing between her and Spencer anymore.

Savannah stared at Grayson’s indifferent reply for a long moment, a trace of confusion clouding her thoughts.

Then, at the sound of Spencer’s call, she went downstairs.

When Grayson arrived at work, a sharp, sudden pain twisted through his stomach, knocking the breath from him. The discomfort was unbearable.

At that moment, Grayson felt lost, unsure who else to call, so he reluctantly dialed Savannah’s number, asking her to take him to the hospital.

She arrived almost immediately.

Seeing him soaked in cold sweat, Savannah’s brow furrowed with worry. "I’m taking you to the hospital right now!"

But just before they left, Savannah caught sight of a message on Grayson’s phone, sitting on the desk.

It was from his older brother. [I’ve already helped you get the visa.]

Savannah froze in place. "A visa? What visa?"

Grayson quickly grabbed his phone, gritting his teeth against the pain. "It’s nothing, just a business trip abroad coming up," he muttered.

Savannah didn’t press him further, giving a slight nod before she drove him toward the hospital.

But just as they were halfway there, an unexpected phone call broke the silence.

The moment Savannah picked up, Spencer’s anxious voice crackled through. "Savannah, where are you? My depression’s acting up again. I’m really scared! Please, come back soon!"

Savannah’s expression shifted instantly, and she slammed on the brakes, her heart racing as the car narrowly missed the guardrail.

A flicker of hesitation crossed her face before Savannah turned toward Grayson. "Spencer’s having an episode. I need to go take care of him. You’ll have to take a cab to the hospital yourself."

"But..."

Grayson scanned the area, about to protest that it was impossible to find a cab there. But Savannah’s impatience drowned out his concerns. "Hurry up! If something happens to Spencer, this wedding is off."

Seeing the hard edge in her eyes, Grayson swallowed his frustration and painfully forced himself out of the car.

He feared he would have collapsed on the street if not for the kindness of a passing driver who offered him a ride.

After receiving an IV drip, Grayson returned to work and found Spencer had posted something new on social media.

The photo showed Savannah cradling Spencer, her face filled with a soft, reassuring warmth. [Snow White has her prince, and I have my princess. She promised to always stay with me. Feeling happy.]

Grayson closed the app with a calm, almost detached air. Just then, a new message from a client appeared, interrupting his thoughts.

[Mr. Sawyer, did you not receive the contract last time? I’ve resent it. If everything looks good, kindly sign it, and don’t forget the company seal.]

[Also, congratulations on your wedding with Ms. Sullivan! Please remember to invite old friends of ours to the celebration.]

Grayson responded with a courteous message before downloading the contract, his focus shifting back to business.

Once the IV drip was done, Grayson made his way back to the office, printing the contract with quiet efficiency. However, the company seal, still with Savannah, meant the paperwork would have to wait. It was another reminder of how little control he had left in this situation.

Grayson lay on the hard office bed, drifting in and out of sleep. But a shadow was creeping around his desk when his eyes fluttered open. Heart racing, Grayson sprang from the bed, grabbing an iron rod and forcing it down.

A startled cry echoed through the room as the figure crumpled to the floor. Grayson was shocked to see that it was Spencer, clutching the contract he had just signed. "Give me the contract back!"

"Brother Grayson, I just need a small favor," Spencer replied, his tone almost pleading. "You know, I used to work in sales too. Since Savannah has been kind enough to bring me into the company, I want to prove I can achieve something."

He wore an expression of sincerity, but Grayson remained unmoved, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "If you want to prove yourself, go deal with the clients yourself. No need for underhanded tactics."

"Right, I suppose only disgusting people would resort to disgusting things."

Spencer’s expression faltered, but his grip on the contract remained tight, his knuckles white. Irritation burned through Grayson, who, unwilling to waste another moment arguing, reached out to snatch the contract from Spencer’s hands.

The paper ripped apart in their struggle, fluttering to the ground like confetti in the wind.

Grayson was on the verge of losing his temper when the door flew open with a crash. Savannah stormed in, her eyes sharp and protective as she stepped between them. Spotting Spencer on the floor, she quickly moved to shield him, her voice rising in a stern command. "Grayson, what are you doing? Are you trying to hit Spencer? Put that rod down!"

Spencer’s face twisted into a look of exaggerated grievance. "Savannah, I was only trying to surprise you, but he tore up the contract I worked so hard for because of his jealousy and even hit me!"

"Does he want me dead before he’s satisfied?"

Savannah’s gaze flicked to the shredded papers on the floor, her expression tightening with fury as she absorbed Spencer’s words. Her voice burned as she turned on Grayson. "Grayson, Spencer is trying to contribute to the company. Why are you stopping him? Are you afraid he’ll take your position?"

"Your pettiness is revolting!"

Her eyes softened as she turned to Spencer, noticing the red mark on his leg. Concern flickered in her eyes. Spencer’s voice trembled as he looked at her, barely holding back his tears. "Savannah... I don’t want to live anymore. Would people finally stop hating me if I were gone?”

While soothing Spencer, Savannah’s cold gaze shifted toward Grayson. Her voice was cold, laced with warning. "Grayson, I misjudged you. If Spencer does something reckless because of this, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Grayson let out a bitter laugh, disbelief in his eyes. "Savannah, open your eyes. Take a good look at the other party on that contract!"

"I nearly gave myself a stomach ulcer to secure that deal!"

He thought his explanation would land, but Savannah didn’t even spare a glance at the torn contract. She shot back without hesitation. "You can always renegotiate, and a stomach ulcer won’t kill you. But Spencer’s pain? That could be life or death. You owe him an apology!"

"If you don’t, this wedding is off."

Grayson’s lips curled into a grim smile, his patience running thin. "Fine. Then let’s not get married."

"Unreasonable! I’ll handle you once I get Spencer to the hospital!" With those words, Savannah marched off, Spencer clinging to her side, never once looking back.

Grayson was left wondering who the unreasonable one was, but it no longer mattered to him.

That evening, he threw himself into sorting through the company’s client information. At least he had honored his commitment to help her grow the business.

As for how long it would last, he no longer cared.

The following day, Grayson met up with the one person he could truly call a friend, Winston Collins.

Grayson had been so absorbed in running Savannah’s company that he'd had little chance to build other relationships.

Winston spotted him outside the café and immediately pulled him into a warm hug. “You’re sure you’re leaving for good? No chance of coming back?”

Grayson simply nodded, his expression unreadable.

“It’s really a shame you two couldn’t make it work,” Winston said with a tinge of regret. “I watched you both build the company from the ground up, saw it blossom into what it is today. But… why haven’t you announced the wedding cancellation?”

“There’s no need for that,” Grayson replied, his tone cool. “Let someone else take care of it.”

He motioned for Winston to follow him inside the café. Once they were seated, Grayson slid a small USB drive across the table.

Winston raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What’s this?”

“It’s the company’s client information,” Grayson said, his voice steady. “Once I leave, I hope you can keep an eye on it when you get the chance. This company is something I built from the ground up. Consider this my thankyou gift.”

Winston studied Grayson’s face, searching for meaning in his words. “Why the formalities? But are you really only concerned about the company?”

Grayson didn’t answer, his gaze drifting toward the window. Just then, he saw something he wished he hadn’t. Savannah was dressed in a wedding gown and holding hands with Spencer as they climbed into a business van.

Winston followed Grayson’s line of sight and froze. “What’s going on?”

Grayson let out a bitter laugh. “What else? She’s taking wedding photos with someone else.”

Winston’s face turned red with fury. “She’s got no shame!”

Grayson watched as Winston stood, only to pull him back down with a quiet gesture.

After a deep breath, Winston reluctantly sat back down, his gaze locked on the van, pulling away. "This woman... you brought in every single client, and you handled the entire company’s operations. Now, she’s off taking wedding photos with another man?"

Even as they left the café, Winston’s anger continued to spill out, a torrent of disbelief on Grayson’s behalf.

Later, Grayson returned to the company. The only thing left was to resign the contract Spencer had so recklessly torn apart.

The contract was worthless without Grayson’s signature, but with it, he knew the company could weather the storm for at least five years, even without him at the helm.

Grayson’s parents had been taken from him in a tragic car accident when he was just a child, leaving only his older brother as family.

The two of them had faced the world’s challenges side by side, yet their dreams had pulled them in different directions. His brother had aimed to build a brand overseas, while Grayson’s dream had once been Savannah.

Even after overhearing Savannah’s words to Spencer, Grayson couldn’t deny that there had been times when he’d felt a genuine connection, moments of warmth between them during their years together.

Now, as he was about to leave, this would be his final gesture, a quiet acknowledgment of the sincerity they had shared.

The wedding photoshoot stretched on for three long days, a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity.

During this time, Spencer had been relentless with his social media updates, frequently sending Grayson photos of himself and Savannah in intimate moments, clearly trying to provoke him.

[Why aren't you joining us? I’m stealing all the spotlight. Don’t we make a perfect couple?]

[Savannah says she feels more connected to me. Are you jealous?]

Grayson stayed calm, his response measured, [I wish you both happiness.]

It wasn’t until the afternoon before Grayson was set to leave that Savannah finally returned with Spencer. She stormed into his office, her anger palpable.

Grayson had no idea what had set Savannah off this time. All he heard was her accusing him, "Spencer only posted a few wedding photos, yet you had to leave nasty comments every day!"

"Before the shoot, I told you Spencer wasn’t in a good mood. I just wanted him to take a few photos with me. You’re the one being petty and dirtyminded. You didn’t want to show up, yet now you can’t stand seeing others take pictures!"

Grayson frowned, his voice steady. "I didn’t post any comments."

"Didn’t post? If you didn’t, why would Spencer be so upset?" She pulled up the posts on her phone, her fingers shaking with frustration.

One glance, and Grayson could see it for what it was: pure fabrication.

At that moment, Spencer walked in from behind her, his expression dripping with grievance. "Brother Grayson, how can you act like this and not take responsibility? I honestly don’t understand what I did to make you target me like this."

"You've tormented me long enough, but cheating, why did you have to stoop so low?"

"Cheat?!" Savannah’s voice wavered, shock spreading across her face.

Without missing a beat, Spencer pulled out a photo. "I didn’t want to mention this, but I can’t bear to watch you be fooled, Savannah."

The photo depicted a man with a profile strikingly similar to Grayson’s, and the background looked like it was taken in a dimly lit bar.

As Savannah’s fury deepened, Grayson couldn’t ignore the gleam of triumph that flickered in Spencer’s eyes. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but a sense of futility washed over him.

He hadn’t been with another woman, but even if he had, what right did Savannah have to confront him? She wasn’t exactly blameless, either.

"Is this true, Grayson?" Savannah demanded, her voice sharp, cutting through the tension.

But as she spoke, Grayson noticed something in her eyes, something that resembled… hurt? He couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. What was she hurt about?

For years, he had poured his heart and soul into managing the company for her, even making sacrifices so she could be with Spencer. Now, he stood before her, the weight of everything unspoken between them hanging heavy in the air.

Fixing his gaze on Savannah, Grayson’s voice was steady, yet his words cut through the silence. "Savannah, when you and Spencer were caught up in your little world, did you ever stop to wonder if I might care?"

"So, even if I did something, you have no right to question me, do you?"

“How is it the same?”

Savannah bit her lip, her face a mix of confusion and frustration. But Grayson didn’t flinch. He turned away, closing his eyes, letting the moment stretch on as if waiting for time to sweep everything away.

At that moment, Grayson wanted to leave, to escape the chaos that had become his life.

Savannah glanced at him, her eyes flashing with what could only be described as reluctance. But before he could make sense of it, she stormed out of the office, Spencer’s calls fading into the distance as she ignored him completely.

Grayson could only shake his head. It was absurd.

Later that night, Savannah’s message buzzed on his phone. [Grayson, I won’t have any more contact with Spencer. Tomorrow, we’ll get married. From this day forward, I’ll belong to you and only you. Let’s stop fighting, okay?]

[I’ve bought a few suits. Come home tonight and try them on.]

Grayson’s lips curled into a cold smile. Even now, Savannah was still weaving lies, still trying to pull him into a trap. Did she honestly think he’d make a fool of himself at the wedding?

Grayson couldn’t waste another moment exposing Savannah’s lies. He replied with a hint of indifference, [No need. I bought one myself. I’ll swing by first thing tomorrow.]

[Alright then…] came her reply.

With a sigh, Grayson turned off his phone and placed the reprinted contract on his desk. He also set down his employee badge, which reminded him of his role as sales director.

Then, with deliberate finality, he added his resignation letter.

He’d been Savannah’s employee, after all. Even though he was leaving, he would follow the proper procedure.

The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke through the sky, Grayson arrived at the airport, his mind set on the road ahead.