“I should have done this sooner,” Dylan said warmly as he looked up at her with a devotion he had never shown me. “Alyssa, you are the future I choose.”
No one noticed me standing there in silence, and I felt the noise of applause echoing through my chest as if it belonged to someone else entirely. I did not speak or cry, but instead turned away quietly and began canceling every financial authorization tied to his executive accounts while walking out.
By the time I reached the elevator, the celebration was still roaring behind me as if nothing had changed. By the time I reached my car, I had frozen the event budget, suspended executive spending privileges, and contacted my attorney to begin immediate action.
Before midnight arrived, I initiated the withdrawal of ninety percent of the company shares that were legally under my control through both direct ownership and family trust structures. That was when Dylan finally began calling me repeatedly, but I ignored the first twelve calls while sitting at my kitchen island reviewing numbers with my lawyer on speaker.
When my attorney Walter Briggs confirmed that the share transfers were complete and all discretionary spending under Dylan’s authority had been paused, I finally answered the thirteenth call. “What exactly do you think you are doing?” Dylan demanded, his voice strained and impatient.
“You proposed to your assistant in front of your entire company,” I replied calmly while keeping my tone steady and controlled. “There is nothing unclear about what I am responding to right now.”
“It is not what you think,” he insisted quickly, as if repetition might change reality. “You are overreacting, and we can handle this privately without making a scene.”
“That sentence tells me everything I need to know,” I answered, realizing his concern was control rather than remorse. “You are not sorry, and you are only worried about consequences.”
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