Chapter 12
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I nodded. “Yes.”
Just that one word hurt more than anything.
He said nothing and quietly left the room.
The entire place fell silent.
That night, for the first time in weeks, he didn’t bring breakfast.
I figured he’d gone back. A man as proud as he is wouldn’t keep chasing someone who shut the door that hard.
A few days later, he came back to the guesthouse and told me he had to fly to New York quickly for an urgent issue at work.
After that, he began traveling back and forth and switched to a more flexible work schedule.
This included red–eye flights and rushing to the airport early in the morning for meetings.
He ignored my objections, and over time, I stopped bothering to respond. Whatever he did, I just didn’t care anymore.
Meanwhile, Gary took another break to find inspiration, and we got closer. He never judged me for my past.
Fred saw us hugging and kissing by the tree in the guesthouse’s yard. He stormed over and yanked Gary away force- fully.
Like a wild animal snapping, he grabbed Gary by the shirt and threw a punch fueled by rage.
Gary lost his balance, slammed into a stone table, and blood started dripping from his mouth.
Fred yelled, “You freak! Tania is my wife!”
He raised his fist again, but I stepped in and shielded Gary.
“Stop it! What’s wrong with you? We’re over, Fred. Gary is my boyfriend now.”
I didn’t bother glancing at his furious face. Instead, I turned and gently lifted Gary’s chin, examining his injury with
care.
“Does it hurt? Come to my room, I’ll patch you up.”
The soft concern in my eyes pierced Fred’s heart like a dagger.
That’s when it hit him–I was truly gone from his life this time.
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That same day, Fred flew back to New York in a private jet.
The plane crashed during landing, killing all three crew members and both passengers on board.
Out of basic decency, I flew back for the funeral.
A lawyer met me there with documents–his will and several insurance policies.
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I was named the sole beneficiary of all Fred’s insurance policies, and he had even made it official that I was the only legal heir to everything he owned.
But I didn’t feel moved–his love came too late to matter. No amount of money could undo the pain he caused.
I didn’t keep a cent for myself.
Instead, I used it to fund things that actually made a difference.
We built roads in the mountains, set up tuition–free private schools, and launched a charity for kids who had dropped out of school.
The money wasn’t just sitting in an account anymore–it started to matter. It brought warmth where it was cold, turned into seeds of change, and slowly grew into something that looked a lot like hope.
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