Chapter 5
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"Lily, I'm busy. If your laptop breaks, call tech support; if your sink leaks, call maintenance; if you're feeling down... get a therapist." For the first time, he drew a clear boundary and hung up without waiting for her response.
He channeled all his energy into two pursuits: work and "winning back" Emily Wright.
He was no longer the confident Mr. Fuller, commanding in business and superior in relationships. In his quest to find Emily Wright, he humbled himself completely.
Every day without fail, he sent fresh champagne roses—Emily's favorite—to her former workplace. Though the bouquets were always discarded untouched, he persisted relentlessly.
He moved heaven and earth to discover Emily Wright's whereabouts, sending messages through mutual friends, expressing profound remorse and promises to change.
He even started teaching himself to cook, accumulating burns and cuts on his once-pristine hands, struggling to master the home-cooked dishes Emily had loved.
Emily Wright met all his gestures with absolute silence.
While Victor Fuller wallowed in his performative atonement, Emily Wright underwent a complete transformation.
After leaving Victor Fuller, she relocated with her mother to another city. Using her savings and a project bonus, she leased a small office, hired two like-minded college friends, and threw herself into her passion—medical imaging diagnostic systems.
Starting a business was brutal. She practically lived at the office, working around the clock on R&D, market research, and investor pitches. She was no longer the Emily who needed anyone's support; she was the backbone of her team, the visionary, the warrior leading the charge.
Sweat and tears, pressure and hope became her daily companions. Three months in, their core algorithm achieved a breakthrough. Six months later, their first beta version was trialed in select hospitals, earning stellar reviews and invaluable clinical data.
Fate's wheel turned again. At a prestigious tech forum, Victor Fuller attended as a representative of the traditional construction sector. He sat distracted in the audience until the host announced a familiar name—
"Next, please welcome Ms. Emily Wright, founder and CEO of Foster Deep Tech, to share her vision on the future of AI-assisted medical diagnostics!"
Victor's head snapped up. Under the spotlight, the woman who haunted his dreams strode confidently onto stage in a crisp white suit, her makeup flawless. She took center stage, gripped the microphone, and swept her gaze across the audience before delivering a brilliant analysis of industry trends in flawless, commanding English.
This radiant, powerful woman bore little resemblance to the accommodating girlfriend he remembered!
Victor Fuller sat transfixed, staring at her luminous presence. His heart felt as if it had been struck by lightning—a dull ache followed by overwhelming regret and the sickening realization of what he'd lost.
Only then, from the excited chatter around him, did he learn that Emily Wright hadn't crumbled after leaving him. The diagnostic system developed by Foster Deep Tech had rapidly gained industry acclaim for its precision and practicality. They'd just closed Series A funding with a valuation that made his jaw drop!
She wasn't just Emily Wright anymore; she was CEO Wright.
At the post-forum reception, champagne flowed amid animated conversations. Victor watched Emily move effortlessly among industry titans and investors, radiating confidence and poise. Unable to resist, he grabbed a glass and approached her magnetic presence.
"Emily..." His voice cracked, betraying his nerves.
Emily Wright turned at his voice, regarded him with cool, steady eyes—as if he were just another forgettable face in the crowd. "Mr. Fuller. Can I help you with something?"
"I... I'm happy for you." He fumbled for words. "Could we talk somewhere private?"
"About what?" Emily swirled her champagne gently, watching the golden liquid trace patterns along the glass. Her tone could have frozen fire.
"I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! I truly understand my mistakes now!" Victor Fuller blurted desperately, his posture uncharacteristically humble. "I've cut ties with Lily! It won't happen again! Emily, look, I've been soul-searching daily, learning to cook—I—"
At that moment, a familiar figure materialized beside them. Lily Woods had somehow crashed the event. She clutched Victor's arm dramatically, her voice carrying its usual cloying sweetness with practiced vulnerability: "Vic, why are you avoiding me? I feel faint, and my chest hurts. Could you take me somewhere quiet..."
In the past, Victor would have jumped to her rescue. But now, seeing the undisguised contempt in Emily Wright's eyes, he violently shook off Lily's grip. "Lily Woods! Have some dignity! We're barely even friends! Stop creating these scenes! If you're unwell, call yourself a damn cab!"
Lily froze at his harsh words, her face cycling between ghostly pale and flushed red, tears instantly welling in her eyes.
Emily Wright watched the spectacle with detached amusement. Taking a delicate sip of champagne, she addressed Victor coolly: "Mr. Fuller, is this your definition of 'cutting ties'? Creating a scene at a professional event, shouting to establish boundaries? Your 'profound changes' seem rather superficial." She shook her head with mock disappointment.
She placed her glass on a passing tray and turned to leave.
"That's not—Emily! Wait!" Victor Fuller panicked, reaching for her wrist.
Emily Wright smoothly evaded his grasp. "Victor Fuller, some wounds can't be healed with a casual 'sorry.' Some mistakes can't be undone. Please, find your dignity and stop disrupting my life."
With that, she straightened her shoulders and walked away with graceful, purposeful strides, aware of the curious onlookers but completely unbothered. She left Victor Fuller frozen in place, enduring the mixture of pity, amusement, and contempt from the surrounding crowd.
