Chapter 2

At the Garner Group shareholders' meeting, Henry Garner only responded after confirming multiple times that it was Lexi who had called. "Lexi, you used every trick in the book to push me away and protect Jeremy three years ago. You blocked me and even forced me out of Tenby, but you're telling me you've changed your mind now?" He sneered. "What's wrong? You took a fall, didn't you?" No one at the meeting dared make a sound. In Juville, the Garner family and the Shaw family were the top two powerhouses. Everyone thought Lexi and Henry would end up together as they'd known each other since they were young. Seven years ago, Lexi left for school in Tenby by herself. Henry followed, expanding his business empire there. But three years ago, something happened, and he was forced back to Juville. Rumor had it he'd had his heart broken. Hearing the sarcasm in Henry's voice, Lexi replied coolly, "Yeah, I couldn't tell the difference between a man and a dog." Henry snorted coldly on the other end. Thinking he wasn't interested, Lexi didn't push. "Forget it. Just pretend I never said anything. I'm hanging up." Just as she was about to end the call, he said sharply, "Don't you dare, Lexi! Add me back on everything, and send me your address. I'm coming to Tenby to get you myself in a month. This time, you don't get to back out." Hearing how domineering he was, she let out a soft laugh. "Alright." Back home, in the study, she locked away her resignation letter and divorce papers in the safe. Then, she pulled out a glass jar filled with ashes, just enough to hold the remains of all 99 burned love letters. She burned their photos, too. She was going to wipe clean everything in this house that had anything to do with him. The flames flickered in her eyes, slowly dying out, just like their love. The more ashes there were, the deeper the disappointment. Once the jar was full, it meant she'd had enough. When Jeremy came home, he found Lexi in the study. The air reeked of smoke. He frowned and asked, "What are you burning?" She shifted slightly to block his view and said calmly, "Just some scrap paper." His frown deepened. He caught a glimpse of what looked like torn-up photos and moved forward to check. Before he could get close, a woman's delicate sobbing came from the doorway. He immediately turned and rushed out. Lexi put everything away and followed to see what was going on. The moment she stepped out, she saw Jeremy gently kissing Tricia's fingertip. The concern in his eyes was impossible to ignore. "Lexi, I'm sorry for dropping by so late. But your photo's hanging in a dangerous spot. It's easy to get others scratched." Lexi let out a cold laugh. That wedding photo had been there forever and never hurt anyone. But on the very first day Tricia showed up, she somehow got scratched. It wasn't the photo that was the problem—it was the person in it. Before she could respond, Jeremy said, "That photo is indeed in the way. Lexi, have someone take it down and put it in storage." Out of his line of sight, Tricia shot Lexi a smug little smile, like she was staking her claim. Even if Lexi didn't love Jeremy anymore, she wasn't about to make life easy for Tricia. "The storage room's already packed. There's no space left." Jeremy's expression started to turn gloomy. Tricia, meanwhile, clutched her barely scratched finger and whined, "It really hurts…" Jeremy said in the next second, "Then burn it."