While I was sipping my coffee, a news alert popped up on my phone.
“Breaking News: Lane Group’s representation walks out mid-signing at international contract ceremony.”
My heart skipped a beat.
Lane Group’s representation? Could it be Asher?
I clicked the link and sure enough—a video popped up.
It showed a tall, handsome man walking away mid-meeting, phone to his ear.
It was indeed Asher.
I could even faintly hear him say, “Whoever bails is a chicken.”
Then came a clip of a reporter interviewing the other party involved in the signing. “Mr. Lane left midway. Do you take that as a sign of disrespect?”
The man being interviewed, an older white gentleman, just shrugged and smiled. “All I can say is—love comes first. I don’t feel disrespected at all. Actually, I admire Mr. Lane’s for it. It aligns perfectly with our values. We’ll wait for him to come back. This won’t affect our partnership in any way.”
I put my phone down, feeling overwhelmed.
Asher Lane had chased me for ten years—always putting me first, always loving me with everything he had.
But I was so caught up in Micah, I never gave him a real chance.
Now that I was done with Micah, I could finally see things clearly.