He Begged Me to Let Him Go, Now He’s Begging to Come Back Chapter 09

Linda’s case went to court.

Attempted murder. The evidence was clear. No one could save her now.

Greg’s company fell apart when his partners canceled their contracts.

He had built his business on connections from Linda’s family, and those connections vanished the moment

she went to jail.

In two weeks, Greg went from a successful business owner to a broke man drowning in debt.

Henry’s medical bills became a bottomless pit. Greg had to sell his penthouse and move to a subsidized

housing unit on the edge of town.

I heard about all of this through hospital gossip.

None of it affected my life. I still did surgeries. I still led my team. I still wrote papers.

My days were full and quiet.

On the first day of winter, a heavy rainstorm rolled in.

I finished my shift late and drove back to my apartment building. As I pulled into the garage, I saw Greg standing under the awning by the entrance.

He was soaked. His hair was plastered to his forehead. He looked completely broken.

When he saw me get out of my car, he stumbled toward me.

“Emily…” His voice was raw. “I’m bankrupt. I can’t afford Henry’s treatment anymore. I went to see Linda today. She’s lost her mind. She didn’t even recognize me.”

He stood in the rain, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the water.

“I was wrong. I was so wrong. I’ve been thinking about everything lately.”

“The way you used to love honey lemon water. The way you were always cold in the winter and knitted me scarves. The way you stayed up all night with me working on my business plans and fell asleep right there

on the desk.”

He listed every detail with perfect accuracy, like a man who had finally seen the light.

“How did I never see how good you were to me? I took you for granted. I treated your love like air. I was… I was a monster.”

He slapped himself across the face. The sound cracked through the rainy night.

Then his voice changed. The remorse curdled into something else. Complaint. Resentment.

“Emily, if we had never broken up… you would have helped me through this, wouldn’t you? You were always

so capable.”

“I really regret losing you. I lost the only person who ever truly helped me. Just… just give me one more chance. Let’s go back to how things were.”

He reached for my sleeve.

I stepped back.

“Greg.” I held my umbrella over my head and looked down at him from the step. “This is the real you. You’re not sorry you hurt me. You’re sorry you lost someone who cleaned up your messes.”

“You’re not apologizing because you had a change of heart. You’re apologizing because you’re out of

options.”

“If you still had your company and your money right now, you would look at me like I was nothing.”

His mouth opened. Nothing came out.

Because he knew I was right.

“Go home.” I turned and typed the code into the building’s entry pad. “Don’t come back here. Security will

escort you out.”

The glass door closed behind me.

Through the rain-streaked glass, I watched Greg’s knees buckle. He fell onto the wet ground, covered his face, and let out a raw, hopeless sob.

I didn’t stop walking.

The elevator doors reflected my face back at me. No satisfaction. No pity. Just peace.