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"As a heart attack."
"Grayson, you can't—" Father starts.
"I just did."
I squeeze Jenna's hand. "Let's go."
Behind us, the room erupts—voices overlapping, chairs scraping—but I don't look back. I walk out, fury propelling every stride.
It's not until we reach the car that I realize how fast I'm moving.
"Grayson—wait!" Jenna cries, half-jogging after me. She's breathless when she reaches me, one hand braced low against her stomach as she struggles to keep up. "I can't go this fast in these heels!"
I stop, turning. The moonlight catches her hair, and for a moment she looks both furious and fragile.
She grabs my arm. "Did you mean it? What you said?"
"Of course I did."
"All of it? You're giving up the CEO position—for me?"
Her voice wavers.
I tilt my head, studying her. "Do you really not understand yet?"
Her eyes widen. She shakes her head slowly.
"Then let's go home," I say, softer now. "And I'll show you."
CHAPTER 33
Jenna
Grayson holds my hand in the back of the Bentley for the entire ride.
Neither of us speaks, but the silence says plenty. It carries the words in our soft gazes, the affection in every look we exchange at a traffic light—and the questions that hang between us.
Every now and then, his fingers tighten around mine, offering reassurance, comfort… possession.
Each time he does it, I freeze a little inside. I don't know what to say or do with myself. This all feels so surreal.
He just walked out on his family—and basically quit his job—for me.
Why?
The question echoes in my head while common sense frantically tries to supply an answer. None of it fits. Why would he throw away everything he's worked for, everything he's built, just because his mother insulted me?
Because he loves you, a voice whispers.
I tell that voice to shut up, but it doesn't. It keeps repeating, louder each time, until it's all I can hear—an insistent, mocking wail that feels almost physical.
Because he's so in love with you that he's willing to give it all up.
No.
I almost say it aloud but catch myself. That can't be right. It's absurd. Grayson isn't in love with me. Sure, our bond has deepened, and there's affection—but love? That's too far.
We've only known each other a few months. Doesn't it take longer than that to fall in love?
