Dead silence hung thick in the VIP lounge.
Roman was on his knees, every ounce of strength drained from his body as if his bones had been ripped out. His eyes were hollow, his face as pale as a corpse.
I didn't spare him another glance. Turning to my team behind me, I said in a cool, even tone, "Assign the evaluation to someone else. Let's go." Then I walked straight out of the club without looking back.
Warm sunlight spilled over my skin, soft and cozy. I drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
That heavy stone that had sat on my chest for seven whole years had finally shattered to pieces.
Seven years.
I'd waited seven years for him, resented him for seven years, grieved over him for seven years. But it wasn't until today, until I saw him kneeling right in front of me, that I
