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.

Grayson had no idea what had set Savannah off this time. All he heard was her accusing him, "Spencer only posted a few wedding photos, yet you had to leave nasty comments every day!"

"Before the shoot, I told you Spencer wasn’t in a good mood. I just wanted him to take a few photos with me. You’re the one being petty and dirty-minded. You didn’t want to show up, yet now you can’t stand seeing others take pictures!"

Grayson frowned, his voice steady. "I didn’t post any comments."

"Didn’t post? If you didn’t, why would Spencer be so upset?" She pulled up the posts on her phone, her fingers shaking with frustration.

One glance, and Grayson could see it for what it was: pure fabrication.

At that moment, Spencer walked in from behind her, his expression dripping with grievance. "Brother Grayson, how can you act like this and not take responsibility? I honestly don’t understand what I did to make you target me like this."

"You've tormented me long enough, but cheating, why did you have to stoop so low?"

"Cheat?!" Savannah’s voice wavered, shock spreading across her face.

Without missing a beat, Spencer pulled out a photo. "I didn’t want to mention this, but I can’t bear to watch you be fooled, Savannah."

The photo depicted a man with a profile strikingly similar to Grayson’s, and the background looked like it was taken in a dimly lit bar.

As Savannah’s fury deepened, Grayson couldn’t ignore the gleam of triumph that flickered in Spencer’s eyes. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but a sense of futility washed over him.

He hadn’t been with another woman, but even if he had, what right did Savannah have to confront him? She wasn’t exactly blameless, either.

"Is this true, Grayson?" Savannah demanded, her voice sharp, cutting through the tension.

But as she spoke, Grayson noticed something in her eyes, something that resembled… hurt? He couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. What was she hurt about?

For years, he had poured his heart and soul into managing the company for her, even making sacrifices so she could be with Spencer. Now, he stood before her, the weight of everything unspoken between them hanging heavy in the air.

Fixing his gaze on Savannah, Grayson’s voice was steady, yet his words cut through the silence. "Savannah, when you and Spencer were caught up in your little world, did you ever stop to wonder if I might care?"

"So, even if I did something, you have no right to question me, do you?"

“How is it the same?”

Savannah bit her lip, her face a mix of confusion and frustration. But Grayson didn’t flinch. He turned away, closing his eyes, letting the moment stretch on as if waiting for time to sweep everything away.

At that moment, Grayson wanted to leave, to escape the chaos that had become his life.

Savannah glanced at him, her eyes flashing with what could only be described as reluctance. But before he could make sense of it, she stormed out of the office, Spencer’s calls fading into the distance as she ignored him completely.

Grayson could only shake his head. It was absurd.

Later that night, Savannah’s message buzzed on his phone. [Grayson, I won’t have any more contact with Spencer. Tomorrow, we’ll get married. From this day forward, I’ll belong to you and only you. Let’s stop fighting, okay?]

[I’ve bought a few suits. Come home tonight and try them on.]

Grayson’s lips curled into a cold smile. Even now, Savannah was still weaving lies, still trying to pull him into a trap. Did she honestly think he’d make a fool of himself at the wedding?

Grayson couldn’t waste another moment exposing Savannah’s lies. He replied with a hint of indifference, [No need. I bought one myself. I’ll swing by first thing tomorrow.]

[Alright then…] came her reply.

With a sigh, Grayson turned off his phone and placed the reprinted contract on his desk. He also set down his employee badge, which reminded him of his role as sales director.

Then, with deliberate finality, he added his resignation letter.

He’d been Savannah’s employee, after all. Even though he was leaving, he would follow the proper procedure.

The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke through the sky, Grayson arrived at the airport, his mind set on the road ahead.