The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 14

"Scarlett, it's been three years—not three months, not three hours, not even three minutes. We've grown so accustomed to each other. How can you just let me go so easily?"

I remained calm.

"The world doesn't stop spinning just because someone's gone, Gavin. My life will move on without you. And without me holding you back, maybe you'll be even happier."

"No, that's not true," Gavin choked out, his voice trembling, as if on the verge of tears.

I frowned.

A man crying more than a woman—it was beyond distasteful. My voice hardened involuntarily.

"Let me put it bluntly. I don't love you anymore. You're uneducated, used up, and as worthless as a rotten cucumber. With my money, why wouldn't I find someone younger, more handsome, and more genuine to dote on instead of you?"

Every word I said stabbed directly into Gavin's heart like a knife.

"You…"

He seemed on the verge of coughing up blood, choking on words that couldn't escape his throat.

Finding the conversation pointless, I ended the call.

But before hanging up, I left him with one final reminder.

"One month. Remember that deadline."

Before Gavin could say another word, the call ended.

I hung up without hesitation.

Then, I blocked his number.

I thought my harsh words had been cutting enough—surely even someone as shameless as Gavin would stop bothering me.

But I underestimated him. Gavin was beyond shameless.

That day, as I was busy working, Gavin barged into my office.

Seeing him, I immediately shouted toward the hallway, "Who let him in here?"

Before returning to the company, I had personally issued Gavin a resignation letter.

Yet here he was, strutting in as if he still belonged.

Soon, a major shareholder of the company walked in leisurely.

With a haughty tone, he said, "It was me."

At that moment, everything clicked.

While reviewing the company's operations over the past three years, I had already suspected there was someone working from the inside—someone embezzling funds and undermining the business.

And now, before I could uncover the culprit, he brazenly revealed himself.

No wonder Gavin had managed to hold his position despite such terrible performance—he had support from the inside.

The shareholder needed an incompetent puppet like Gavin to help bleed the company dry.

I narrowed my eyes, fixing my gaze on the shareholder.

"Mr. Hudson, now that I'm back, are you sure you still want to go against me?"

The shareholder chuckled.

"I admire Gavin, so I've chosen to stand by him!"

At this point, Gavin finally spoke, pulling me aside.