After a while, Savannah sent a message to Grayson. [Forget it. The photos from last time didn’t turn out great. When we get the chance, let’s retake them. Let’s include Spencer this time so the three of us can take a few together. That’ll definitely cheer him up.]

[Okay,] Grayson replied with a simple text.

Deep down, he wanted to argue. There was no need for more photos. Savannah’s heart was already with Spencer. She didn’t need a reason to lie about it.

But it wasn’t his problem anymore. Once he walked away, everything that tied him here would fade into the past.

Still, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder how Savannah would react if he didn’t show up on her wedding day.

She’d probably be relieved, free at last. There’d be nothing standing between her and Spencer anymore.

Savannah stared at Grayson’s indifferent reply for a long moment, a trace of confusion clouding her thoughts.

Then, at the sound of Spencer’s call, she went downstairs.

When Grayson arrived at work, a sharp, sudden pain twisted through his stomach, knocking the breath from him. The discomfort was unbearable.

At that moment, Grayson felt lost, unsure who else to call, so he reluctantly dialed Savannah’s number, asking her to take him to the hospital.

She arrived almost immediately.

Seeing him soaked in cold sweat, Savannah’s brow furrowed with worry. "I’m taking you to the hospital right now!"

But just before they left, Savannah caught sight of a message on Grayson’s phone, sitting on the desk.

It was from his older brother. [I’ve already helped you get the visa.]

Savannah froze in place. "A visa? What visa?"

Grayson quickly grabbed his phone, gritting his teeth against the pain. "It’s nothing, just a business trip abroad coming up," he muttered.

Savannah didn’t press him further, giving a slight nod before she drove him toward the hospital.

But just as they were halfway there, an unexpected phone call broke the silence.

The moment Savannah picked up, Spencer’s anxious voice crackled through. "Savannah, where are you? My depression’s acting up again. I’m really scared! Please, come back soon!"

Savannah’s expression shifted instantly, and she slammed on the brakes, her heart racing as the car narrowly missed the guardrail.

A flicker of hesitation crossed her face before Savannah turned toward Grayson. "Spencer’s having an episode. I need to go take care of him. You’ll have to take a cab to the hospital yourself."

"But..."

Grayson scanned the area, about to protest that it was impossible to find a cab there. But Savannah’s impatience drowned out his concerns. "Hurry up! If something happens to Spencer, this wedding is off."

Seeing the hard edge in her eyes, Grayson swallowed his frustration and painfully forced himself out of the car.

He feared he would have collapsed on the street if not for the kindness of a passing driver who offered him a ride.

After receiving an IV drip, Grayson returned to work and found Spencer had posted something new on social media.

The photo showed Savannah cradling Spencer, her face filled with a soft, reassuring warmth. [Snow White has her prince, and I have my princess. She promised to always stay with me. Feeling happy.]

Grayson closed the app with a calm, almost detached air. Just then, a new message from a client appeared, interrupting his thoughts.

[Mr. Sawyer, did you not receive the contract last time? I’ve resent it. If everything looks good, kindly sign it, and don’t forget the company seal.]

[Also, congratulations on your wedding with Ms. Sullivan! Please remember to invite old friends of ours to the celebration.]

Grayson responded with a courteous message before downloading the contract, his focus shifting back to business.

Once the IV drip was done, Grayson made his way back to the office, printing the contract with quiet efficiency. However, the company seal, still with Savannah, meant the paperwork would have to wait. It was another reminder of how little control he had left in this situation.

Grayson lay on the hard office bed, drifting in and out of sleep. But a shadow was creeping around his desk when his eyes fluttered open. Heart racing, Grayson sprang from the bed, grabbing an iron rod and forcing it down.

A startled cry echoed through the room as the figure crumpled to the floor. Grayson was shocked to see that it was Spencer, clutching the contract he had just signed. "Give me the contract back!"

"Brother Grayson, I just need a small favor," Spencer replied, his tone almost pleading. "You know, I used to work in sales too. Since Savannah has been kind enough to bring me into the company, I want to prove I can achieve something."

He wore an expression of sincerity, but Grayson remained unmoved, his eyes narrowing with disdain. "If you want to prove yourself, go deal with the clients yourself. No need for underhanded tactics."

"Right, I suppose only disgusting people would resort to disgusting things."

Spencer’s expression faltered, but his grip on the contract remained tight, his knuckles white. Irritation burned through Grayson, who, unwilling to waste another moment arguing, reached out to snatch the contract from Spencer’s hands.

The paper ripped apart in their struggle, fluttering to the ground like confetti in the wind.

Grayson was on the verge of losing his temper when the door flew open with a crash. Savannah stormed in, her eyes sharp and protective as she stepped between them. Spotting Spencer on the floor, she quickly moved to shield him, her voice rising in a stern command. "Grayson, what are you doing? Are you trying to hit Spencer? Put that rod down!"

Spencer’s face twisted into a look of exaggerated grievance. "Savannah, I was only trying to surprise you, but he tore up the contract I worked so hard for because of his jealousy and even hit me!"

"Does he want me dead before he’s satisfied?"

Savannah’s gaze flicked to the shredded papers on the floor, her expression tightening with fury as she absorbed Spencer’s words. Her voice burned as she turned on Grayson. "Grayson, Spencer is trying to contribute to the company. Why are you stopping him? Are you afraid he’ll take your position?"

"Your pettiness is revolting!"

Her eyes softened as she turned to Spencer, noticing the red mark on his leg. Concern flickered in her eyes. Spencer’s voice trembled as he looked at her, barely holding back his tears. "Savannah... I don’t want to live anymore. Would people finally stop hating me if I were gone?”

While soothing Spencer, Savannah’s cold gaze shifted toward Grayson. Her voice was cold, laced with warning. "Grayson, I misjudged you. If Spencer does something reckless because of this, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Grayson let out a bitter laugh, disbelief in his eyes. "Savannah, open your eyes. Take a good look at the other party on that contract!"

"I nearly gave myself a stomach ulcer to secure that deal!"

He thought his explanation would land, but Savannah didn’t even spare a glance at the torn contract. She shot back without hesitation. "You can always renegotiate, and a stomach ulcer won’t kill you. But Spencer’s pain? That could be life or death. You owe him an apology!"

"If you don’t, this wedding is off."

Grayson’s lips curled into a grim smile, his patience running thin. "Fine. Then let’s not get married."

"Unreasonable! I’ll handle you once I get Spencer to the hospital!" With those words, Savannah marched off, Spencer clinging to her side, never once looking back.

Grayson was left wondering who the unreasonable one was, but it no longer mattered to him.

That evening, he threw himself into sorting through the company’s client information. At least he had honored his commitment to help her grow the business.

As for how long it would last, he no longer cared.

The following day, Grayson met up with the one person he could truly call a friend, Winston Collins.

Grayson had been so absorbed in running Savannah’s company that he'd had little chance to build other relationships.

Winston spotted him outside the café and immediately pulled him into a warm hug. “You’re sure you’re leaving for good? No chance of coming back?”

Grayson simply nodded, his expression unreadable.

“It’s really a shame you two couldn’t make it work,” Winston said with a tinge of regret. “I watched you both build the company from the ground up, saw it blossom into what it is today. But… why haven’t you announced the wedding cancellation?”

“There’s no need for that,” Grayson replied, his tone cool. “Let someone else take care of it.”

He motioned for Winston to follow him inside the café. Once they were seated, Grayson slid a small USB drive across the table.

Winston raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What’s this?”

“It’s the company’s client information,” Grayson said, his voice steady. “Once I leave, I hope you can keep an eye on it when you get the chance. This company is something I built from the ground up. Consider this my thank-you gift.”

Winston studied Grayson’s face, searching for meaning in his words. “Why the formalities? But are you really only concerned about the company?”

Grayson didn’t answer, his gaze drifting toward the window. Just then, he saw something he wished he hadn’t. Savannah was dressed in a wedding gown and holding hands with Spencer as they climbed into a business van.

Winston followed Grayson’s line of sight and froze. “What’s going on?”

Grayson let out a bitter laugh. “What else? She’s taking wedding photos with someone else.”

Winston’s face turned red with fury. “She’s got no shame!”

Grayson watched as Winston stood, only to pull him back down with a quiet gesture.

After a deep breath, Winston reluctantly sat back down, his gaze locked on the van, pulling away. "This woman... you brought in every single client, and you handled the entire company’s operations. Now, she’s off taking wedding photos with another man?"

Even as they left the café, Winston’s anger continued to spill out, a torrent of disbelief on Grayson’s behalf.

Later, Grayson returned to the company. The only thing left was to re-sign the contract Spencer had so recklessly torn apart.

The contract was worthless without Grayson’s signature, but with it, he knew the company could weather the storm for at least five years, even without him at the helm.

Grayson’s parents had been taken from him in a tragic car accident when he was just a child, leaving only his older brother as family.

The two of them had faced the world’s challenges side by side, yet their dreams had pulled them in different directions. His brother had aimed to build a brand overseas, while Grayson’s dream had once been Savannah.

Even after overhearing Savannah’s words to Spencer, Grayson couldn’t deny that there had been times when he’d felt a genuine connection, moments of warmth between them during their years together.

Now, as he was about to leave, this would be his final gesture, a quiet acknowledgment of the sincerity they had shared.

The wedding photoshoot stretched on for three long days, a fleeting moment that felt like an eternity.

During this time, Spencer had been relentless with his social media updates, frequently sending Grayson photos of himself and Savannah in intimate moments, clearly trying to provoke him.

[Why aren't you joining us? I’m stealing all the spotlight. Don’t we make a perfect couple?]

[Savannah says she feels more connected to me. Are you jealous?]

Grayson stayed calm, his response measured, [I wish you both happiness.]

It wasn’t until the afternoon before Grayson was set to leave that Savannah finally returned with Spencer. She stormed into his office, her anger palpable.