Chapter 6 – Do You Have To Pick A Fight?

• Father had Anna prepare my room and called me to the study.
• That was when I learned the truth: my mother had been unwell for a long time, her health declining from constant sorrow after I left.
• But she never told me—she didn’t want me to worry.
• Hearing that made my heart ache with guilt. I deeply regretted everything I had done... all for Kevin.
• “What are your plans now?” my father asked.
• “I won’t marry Kevin.”
• I met his gaze directly. “I want him to return everything he owes our family.”
• For the next few days, I stayed at home.
• Kevin kept calling, but I ignored him.
• Eventually, I blocked his number altogether.
• He probably found out about the emergency shareholders’ meeting I had called.
• And now that the consequences were sinking in, he was panicking.
• I scoffed at the sight of his desperate texts and turned my attention back to feeding my mother her medicine.
• Her phone kept ringing too. A shadow crossed her face.
• “Is it Kevin?”
• “Don’t worry about him, Mom.”
• I wiped the corners of her mouth gently after she took the medicine.
• Just then, a text message came in from Kevin:
• [Lynn Miller, if you don’t come to the company to explain, we’re done.]
• I deleted it without hesitation and smiled at my mother.
• “Mom, I’m heading to the company. What would you like for dinner tonight? I’ll cook it when I get back.”
• “No need, sweetheart... go on.”
• She hesitated for a moment, then added, “Just... be careful.”
• I gently patted her hand.
• “Don’t worry. This time, I’m cutting him off for good.”
• Half an hour later, I walked into Kevin’s office building, composed and unhurried.
• Before I could knock, the door slammed open.
• Kevin grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside, slamming the door behind me.
• “Why did you call a shareholders’ meeting behind my back?!”
• His eyes were bloodshot, voice trembling with fury.
• He gripped my wrist so tightly I felt my bones might crack.
• “Because of what you did, every shareholder’s now demanding answers from me. My company is ruined—because of you!”
• I stared at him coldly, a smirk forming at the corner of my lips.
• “Your company? Kevin, I’m the largest shareholder. Or did you forget?”
• His expression twisted with rage. He looked like he wanted to tear me apart.
• I calmly pulled my hand away, adjusted my sleeve, and said evenly,
• “You wanted to break up, right? Fine. We’re done.”
• His face stiffened. The fury drained from his eyes, replaced by panic.
• “I... I didn’t mean it that day.”
• His voice turned small, pitiful. “I was just angry. I didn’t mean to hit you...”
• I let out a soft laugh, already turning to leave—too tired to even look at him.
• But suddenly, he grabbed my arm and shoved me hard onto the cold office desk.
• My back hit the surface with a thud. Pain radiated up my spine.
• Kevin loomed over me, breathing heavily, his eyes dark with madness.
• “Kevin! What are you doing?!”
• I struggled, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach.
• “Are you insane?! Let me go!”
• “I spoiled you too much,” he hissed. “That’s why you’ve gotten so wild. Now you won’t even let me touch you?”
• His fingers clamped harshly around my chin.
• “Today, I’ll show you who really owns this company...”
• With that, he yanked at my collar, tearing it open in one motion, exposing my porcelain-white shoulder.
• “Kevin! Let me go!”
• I fought with all my strength, but he was too strong.
• His greedy eyes devoured the sight of me.
• “Let you go? Dream on. Who else would want you besides me? After all these years, do you really think anyone else would take you in? Today I—”
• Before he could finish, I grabbed the vase from the desk and smashed it over his head without a second thought.
• The sound of glass shattering echoed sharply in the room.
• “Are you awake now?!”
• I fixed my torn clothes, spotted my suit jacket on the rack, and calmly put it on.
• Blood trickled from Kevin’s forehead. He looked at me in shock.
• “You hit me...?”
• I tossed him a cold glare.
• “Yes, I hit you. What? Do I need to make a reservation first?”
• I pulled out two tissues, disgustedly wiping the spit he’d left on my neck.
• “Listen carefully—when I say we’re breaking up, I mean it.
• Don’t think you can threaten or force me to stay.”
• “If I were you, I’d go run off with that woman named Clark and leave me the hell alone.”
• Kevin’s eyes filled with rage.
• “Break up with me? Have you even considered the consequences? Look at yourself—just a bitter, angry woman now! Who else would want you?”
• And strangely, in that moment, the man from earlier—the one I’d rear-ended—flashed through my mind again.
• “Are you married?”