Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 116

"Let's go."

With that, he turned and strode toward the exit.

Cynthia assumed he was speaking to Assistant Shaw and didn't move. She stood frozen, gazing at the chaotic, half-decorated hall, a wave of melancholy rising in her chest.

Seven years of love—now shattered and scattered like broken glass. Of course she couldn't be completely untouched.

The man paused after a few steps, glancing back at her.

He found her staring in a daze at the crystal decorations on the stage, his eyes growing colder.

"What's the matter? Regretting you didn't get to walk down the aisle with Father Benedict?"

Cynthia lifted her gaze to the man standing elegantly by the chapel doors, his posture composed and distant. She pressed her lips together.

"I was braver than anyone in this relationship. If there's any regret, it's not mine to bear."

Dominic was silent for a moment, watching her calm, unwavering eyes. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Cynthia blinked, taken aback.

"Me?"

Dominic didn't answer, but his silence spoke for itself.

Assistant Shaw stepped forward. "Miss Tremaine, isn't your flight to the Capital scheduled for today? Ours is as well. Let's go together."

Cynthia looked confused. "How did you know about my flight?"

Assistant Shaw smiled. "Your sister called this morning and asked us to look after you on the way back."

Cynthia pursed her lips. "That doesn't sound like something she'd say."

Assistant Shaw gave a knowing shrug. "Her exact words were: If Cynthia refuses to go home, tie her up and bring her back."

Now that sounded like her.

Thinking about returning to her childhood home, seeing her distant but oddly protective sister, Cynthia felt her spirits lift a little.

"Alright, let's get going."

Her voice carried a hint of excitement as she hurried toward the man waiting at the door.

Of course. If her sister asked for something, Dominic would never say no.

A faint smile played on Cynthia's lips. In her mind, she was already plotting how to use her sister's name to get closer to Dominic—and maybe rescue Tremaine Holdings from disaster.

If there's a shortcut, why insist on the hard way?

Dominic—wasn't he the Tremaines' shortcut?

Trouble was, her sister had too much pride. No way would she ever humble herself to Dominic.

But Cynthia was different. When she left the Tremaines for Cloudcrest City and started VistaSphere Group, she'd tasted every kind of hardship.

To build the company, she'd swallowed her pride a hundred times.

Remembering those tough years, a trace of sorrow clouded Cynthia's features.

What she couldn't understand was this: back when she and her ex struggled together, he was devoted to her. Why, now that they'd made it—now that life was finally easier—had he changed so completely?

Does a man's love really depend, in the end, on nothing but his conscience?