Chapter 65 A Lifetime of Solitude

I'll make sure she knows. Even I can't help but laugh at that. And the most absurd part? That foolish hope I still harbored for Dominic Hawthorne—that he might actually get angry on my behalf. That he might care, even the slightest bit. I looked at him, dead serious. "President Hawthorne, being Mrs. Hawthorne hasn't brought me anything. Instead, it's stripped me of everything. I have nothing left to lose. So I'm begging you—please let me go." Dominic stood a meter away, staring at me, his brow deeply furrowed. He didn't speak for a long while. Finally, he said, "I'm exhausted. We'll deal with this later." Then, instead of leaving, he took his laptop from the briefcase and started working in the living room. I retreated to the master bedroom, gazing out the window. Looking back, I've been Mrs. Hawthorne for so long, yet not a single day has been happy. That night, Luke Jordan called. He asked me to return to Prosperity Design. I refused. Not because Luke lacked ability—but because my pr