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Reed’s POV 

Willow had gone out of the States. 

I didn’t even know exactly where she had gone. 

She was truly done with me-gone not only to escape but also to punish me. 

My eyes slowly turned red. Slumping helplessly against the wall, I felt like I might break down crying at any moment. 

How could this be? 

Willow had loved me for so many years. How could she just stop? Just like that? 

Yes, I had done many things to hurt her. Things that couldn’t be undone. 

But I regretted them now. I truly loved her. 

“You said you’d stay with me forever,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “How could you just leav me?” 

“I know I was wrong. Haven has already paid the price for what she did. You have to wait for me. ‘I’ll apologize. I’ll make it right. I’ll give you everything you deserve. But you can’t leave me. We’re supposed to be together for the rest of our lives…” 

As I spoke, my expression darkened. The grief slowly turned into something far more dangerou: 

-cold and malicious. 

I straightened up, eyes focused again, and started walking back toward the villa. 

Willow’s POV 

After leaving Reed, I didn’t fly to France right away. 

Instead, I stayed home and took a few days to rest. 

During that time, I quietly mobilized the full force of the Ericsson Ventures to strike back at the Hetheringtons’ company from every angle. 

The moment the news of my company’s divestment hit the media during that press conference, RH Limited’s stock price took a nosedive. 

And what did Reed do? Nothing. 

He disappeared completely into his villa, showing not the slightest intention of salvaging anything. 

One by one, I intercepted almost all of his company’s major projects. Only a few remained, and even those project heads began stating explicitly that after this collaboration, they’d be choosing my company instead of Reed’s in the future. 

Originally, I had wanted to take advantage of this time to uncover the truth behind the car accident. Once I had solid evidence in hand, I could send Reed to jail legally and publicly. 

But while I seized project after project, Reed remained eerily silent. 

Even my assistant was puzzled and asked me about it more than once. 

I only let out a cold laugh in response. 

I knew exactly what was going on. 

Reed wasn’t reacting because he still believed I had feelings for him. 

He thought I wouldn’t go too far. 

And no doubt, these past few days, he was still probably lost in Haven’s false tenderness-too blind to realize that death was already closing in. 

Before his company officially declared bankruptcy, I left the States. 

There was a small part of me that regretted not being able to watch his empire collapse with my 

own eyes. 

But the project in France that I was managing could no longer be delayed. 

Before boarding my flight, I arranged for dozens of trusted people to stay behind and monitor everything. I needed to be updated on any news regarding RH Limited the moment it broke. 

Only after those preparations did I finally leave for France. 

When I got off the plane, my project partner was already waiting at the arrivals gate. 

He had a striking face-handsome and refined-with a tall frame and features so sharp they almost looked sculpted. 

The moment he smiled, it brought back a strange sense of familiarity. 

But the moment he opened his mouth, I knew-this man hadn’t changed at all. 

“Well, well, Willow. What’s with the quiet little exit? Sneaking off overseas like you’re running from something.” 

He raised an eyebrow, tone mocking. 

“I heard your dear husband cheated on you, and you divorced him in a fit of rage. Not only that, you’re taking revenge on his company too. Any success yet?” He clicked his tongue. “If you’d just chosen me back then, at least I wouldn’t have betrayed you.” 

His words were biting, but his eyes-those damn eyes-were filled with genuine concern. 

Of course I knew what was going on in his mind. 

“Dyson,” I sighed, shaking my head, “if you could just learn to shut up once in a while, maybe I would have said yes back then.” 

He blinked in surprise, and then he laughed, the edge softening from his expression. 

“Well, I guess I only have my mouth to blame. It talked us both out of a good thing.” 

I caught the worry still lingering in his eyes, and I knew-I hadn’t fooled him at all. 

He could see something was wrong. 

But right now, I didn’t want to talk about Reed. Not with anyone. 

Not yet. 

I forced a small smile and looked away, falling silent. 

Thankfully, Dyson Dahlmans knew when to push and when to back off; he said nothing more.