He said he felt sorry for the woman she used to be, and that's why he pitied Giselle.
He took all the guilt he felt for her and tried to make it up to another woman instead.
It was both absurd and laughable.
For years, she'd wanted to give their seven-year relationship a proper burial, to lay it to rest with dignity.
But he'd never once considered being honest with her. He'd only ever wanted to leave her out in the cold, abandoned and exposed.
So how could she not let him get exactly what he wished for?
His cheek was swollen and red; Cynthia hadn't held back with that slap.
Noticing her gaze, Benedict relaxed a little.
"It's fine. Doesn't even hurt."
She still cared about him—at least a little. That meant this wouldn't get too messy.
He slipped his left arm around her waist, drawing her close.
"Cynthia, we promised each other a long time ago that we'd always be together. This—this is just a bump in the road. I swear, Giselle will never show up in your life again."
He reached out his right hand, pinky slightly curled, hoping she would link fingers with him.
It was a habit left over from when they were madly in love. Whenever they hooked pinkies, Cynthia would forgive him.
But this time, she didn't reach back.
Benedict's expression tightened.
Cynthia stood up from her seat, putting deliberate space between them.
"With your face that swollen, I doubt you'll be able to sign the contract with Novalith Technologies tomorrow."
A flash of irritation crossed Benedict's eyes. The warmth and worry from before vanished.
"It's not a problem. Novalith Technologies and VistaSphere Group have been partners for years. If the renewal is delayed a few days, it won't matter—they're not about to jump ship."
Cynthia didn't reply. She just gave a slight, humorless smile and headed toward the door of the medical room.
Cynthia's grip tightened around her phone, her knuckles turning white.
"I'll find you a new investor—someone with even more resources and a stronger reputation than VistaSphere Group."
Jenny hesitated. "…Did things fall apart with Mr. Shepard?"
Cynthia didn't answer. She just glanced up at the VistaSphere Group office tower.
Fell apart? That didn't even begin to cover it.
Her silence was answer enough.
Jenny seemed to realize that everything was about to change at VistaSphere Group. She sighed softly, then asked in a low voice, "Miss Tremaine, can you tell me in advance—who are you planning to bring in for the Valmont Holdings project?"
She cared about this project, and even if someone else was willing to invest, she wanted someone solid.
Valmont Holdings couldn't weather another storm.
Cynthia paused, then murmured, "Holloway Enterprises. Dominic. How does that sound?"
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