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Chapter_189
The air in the apartment was thick with tension as Whitney stood over Ludwik, her heart racing and her body still trembling from the shock of her fall. His words, heavy with alcohol and venom, echoed through her mind, slicing through her like a knife.
She had thought, even after everything, that there might still be some trace of the man she had once loved buried beneath the chaos. But his cruel words, his harsh demeanor, shattered that fragile hope. The hurt in his voice, his blatant disregard for her pain—it was too much to bear. Her love for him, once an unwavering force, was now tangled in a web of bitterness, regret, and betrayal.
“Humiliated me? Isn’t it you who sought out this shame? You’ve put on this act of silent suffering while I take action against your company,” Ludwik’s voice grew louder, his anger intensifying with every word. “You didn’t expect me to find out, did you? You were flirting with those men, trying to seduce them into investing in Skye Gem Ltd. How low can you go?”
His accusations hit her like a physical blow, each word sinking deeper into her already wounded heart. Her stomach churned with disbelief as he tore at her blouse, the last shred of her dignity slipping through her fingers. The vulnerability of the moment, the helplessness that gripped her, threatened to break her completely.
But despite the overwhelming pain, despite the anger and the fear that twisted within her, Whitney managed to pull herself together. She couldn’t allow Ludwik’s words, his fury, to break her. She had come here to help him, to fulfill the promise she had made, but this was more than she could handle. This wasn’t the man she had once trusted. This was a version of him warped by his own bitterness, his insecurities, and his fear of losing control.
“Enough, Ludwik!” Whitney’s voice, though strained, carried a firm edge, her resolve returning with a quiet strength. “I never meant to hurt you. But what you’re doing, how you’re treating me—it’s not love. It’s not even care. It’s destruction. You don’t get to make me your punching bag just because you’re angry and afraid. I’m done, Ludwik. I’ve given you everything, and you’ve crushed it.”
Ludwik paused for a moment, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he processed her words. He was still reeling from the alcohol and the storm of emotions inside him, but something in her tone—something about the way she spoke—seemed to reach him. His grip on her loosened, and for a fleeting moment, the cruelty in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something more vulnerable, more lost.
But that moment was fleeting, just as quickly fading as his anger reignited.
“Get out,” he spat, his voice raw with frustration. “You’ve said enough.”
Whitney’s heart sank at the finality in his words. She had hoped, deep down, for some sign of the man she once knew, but it seemed that hope was an illusion. The man in front of her was broken, consumed by his own demons, and no matter how much she wanted to fix him, she realized now that she couldn’t. She had given him everything, but in the end, it had never been enough.
With one last glance at him, Whitney turned and walked away, her heart heavy but resolute. She had done what she could, but she couldn’t keep sacrificing herself for someone who refused to see her, who refused to acknowledge her worth. As she left the apartment, the weight of the choice she had made settled in. She wasn’t sure where she was headed, or what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of clarity—a sense of self-worth that had been buried beneath the pain for too long.
Felix was waiting for her outside, his silent presence offering her a measure of comfort as they made their way back to the car. He said nothing, but his understanding was evident in the way he adjusted his stance, preparing to shield her from whatever the night might throw at them next.
As the car pulled away, Whitney gazed out the window, her thoughts swirling. She had no idea what the future would hold, but one thing was clear: she could no longer be the person she had been. She could no longer let Ludwik’s darkness define her. She had to find her own path, even if it meant walking away from the wreckage of the past.
And as the city lights flickered by, she made herself a quiet promise. She would rebuild—stronger, wiser, and finally free.
