Xavier walked out with Chloe in his arms, his stride steady and unrelenting. Liam tried to lunged forward, desperate to reclaim her, but he was instantly swarmed by Xavier’s elite security detail. These weren't mere guards; they were tactical specialists who moved with lethal efficiency. Liam could only watch, his knuckles white and his chest heaving, as the woman he once called his own was carried into the night by another man.
In the chaos, one of the guards scooped up Chloe’s fallen handbag, but her smartphone—the one Liam had used to uncover the digital erasure of his existence—remained forgotten on the cold floor.
As the roar of the departing convoy faded into the distance, the silence that followed was deafening. Moments later, two of Liam's personal security guards stumbled into t
