Grant Nance scooped me up in his arms.
"Don't be afraid. I'm taking you home."
His deep voice resonated in my ears, filled with unwavering certainty.
I leaned against him, the shards embedded in my knees cutting deeper into my flesh, the pain blurring my consciousness.
Frank Gold blocked the doorway, his face ashen.
"Grant Nance, what do you think you're doing? She's my wife."
Grant Nance paused, turned his head, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Frank Gold, are you worthy of her?"
Without another word, he carried me off in long strides.
Behind us came Lily Jones's shrill cries:
"Frank, are you just going to let them leave like that? The Equity Transfer Agreement hasn't been signed yet!"
Frank Gold didn't follow.
Sitting in Grant Nance's car, my tears finally broke free.
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