Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 236

“It’s because I chose you that I lost my family. The moment we broke up, they came back into my life.”

She finished speaking, curved her lips in a faint smile, and stepped into the elevator.

Benedict stood rooted to the spot, his face tense, dark eyes shadowed with unease.

He had always been so certain Cynthia would never leave him—after all, she had no family left in this world. In seven years together, she’d come to treat him as her only kin.

Seven years. You don’t just walk away from that kind of history.

But now—

Not only did Cynthia have family, but apparently, their influence was nothing to scoff at.

A surge of anxiety tightened in his chest.

He clenched his fists at his sides, knuckles white, replaying the way Cynthia had smiled at Terrance just moments ago, her eyes glinting with calculation. His heart sank.

He’d seen Cynthia at work for years; he knew exactly what she looked like when she was plotting her next move.

So even though he hadn’t heard what Cynthia and Terrance discussed, he could guess well enough.

Cynthia and Terrance were family. If Terrance managed to acquire shares in VistaSphere Group—and with Cynthia already holding a sizable stake—they’d have enough power to control the board.

Given time, he might get squeezed out completely.

He would never let that happen.

*

Back in her office, Cynthia messaged Dominic.

[Mr. Holloway, time to set the stage. I want to secure 15% of VistaSphere Group’s shares.]

Dominic replied almost instantly.

[?]

Cynthia: [Benedict’s going to be looking for investors soon. Find someone to take up that portion of shares.]

The class president had suggested a reunion, saying it had been far too long since everyone last got together. The idea quickly gained traction, with people cheerfully discussing dates and counting up plus-ones to book enough seats.

Someone even tagged both Cynthia and Benedict, asking if they’d be able to make it.

For a split second, the chat went silent.

Everyone had heard about what happened at their wedding.

Just as Cynthia started typing her reply, Benedict beat her to it.

[I’ll be there. I’ll bring Cyndi along.]

The chat exploded, everyone chiming in with congratulations and flattery, though their real thoughts were hidden behind their screens.

Cynthia deleted her half-written message, sighed, and typed out a new one.

[I’ll come on my own. Just save me a seat—no plus-one.]

Again, the group chat fell quiet for a moment.