“You’re right, Noah! You’ve regained your freedom, now that we’re divorced.

“Gianna is still waiting for you to go back to her side.”

…

With that, she shut the car door with a bang, not caring if it might’ve slammed on his fingers in the process.

The thought of Gwen brought tears to her eyes. She hated Noah’s guts.

At the next moment, her white BMW rushed past him and crushed the jewelry box. He picked it up, brushed off the mangled pieces, and took the pink diamond ring out.

The ring was fine, but it was no longer the same ring that fitted snugly on her finger. It was twisted out of shape.

He stared at it quietly. His heart hurt more every time it throbbed.

…

A week later, he left the Sanders Group headquarters in the middle of the night.

His once reputable company was facing bankruptcy.

There was a stock halt.

Noah mortgaged away nearly all of his properties and luxurious cars. That was the only way he could protect the company, even though it was a husk of its for