He Scorned My Love Now He Watches My Rise Chapter 25
When Bianca picked up the apology statement again, her voice was hoarse.
This time, she named every single thing.
She admitted she had known the price of the watch.
She admitted that both fake injury messages had been deliberate.
She admitted that she had used my background as something to mock, and that her objection to my project had no professional basis whatsoever.
At the end, she looked at me.
“I’m sorry.”
I did not say I forgave her.
“I heard you.”
That was all I was willing to give.
After the apology, Bianca chased me into the hallway.
“What else do you want?”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“Because of you, I lost my job and my friends. Now even my father won’t let me represent the Vale family at pack functions.”
Her eyes were red.
“Colton lost his succession rights, too. Are you still not satisfied?”
“I didn’t contact your workplace.”
I stopped walking.
“I didn’t make your friends leave you. And I didn’t decide Colton’s review.”
“All I did was submit the old records you tried to use to block me from doing my job.”
Bianca bit her lip.
“If you hadn’t left back then, none of this would have happened.”
For a second, I thought I’d misheard.
Three years later, she still believed all the consequences should have been mine to bear.
“If I hadn’t left back then, all of you would have kept going.”
“Because you were convinced I could never let go of the Luna position.”
I looked at her.
“Well, now you know. I could.”
The color slowly drained from her face.
The group of former friends who had once clustered around her walked past from the other end of the hallway.
Bianca immediately called after them.
“Don’t leave. We all need to get our stories straight for the disciplinary review.”
A few of them paused.
“Straight about what?”
“The group chat records are all there.”
“You publicly said it yourself—it was because you couldn’t stand Siobhan. Stop pretending you were protecting Colt.”
They weren’t suddenly growing consciences.
It was just that before, Colton’s status had stood between them and any consequences. They’d never had to pay for a few careless words.
Now that the disciplinary review was real, they only wanted to prove that they had laughed more quietly than the others.
Bianca stood there, cursing them one by one.
No one turned back.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to close the doors.
Her shrill voice was cut off.
This time, I hadn’t handed anyone the knife.
They were simply being cut by the record they had left behind.