Tears blurred his vision, yet he still stared unwaveringly at that window as if her silhouette lingered upon it.
His hand reached into his pocket, touching the cold envelope, and those deliberately forgotten memories surged back into his mind.
"Hannah Winter, you're nothing but a substitute, a toy I bought with money. Between you and me, it has only ever been a transaction."
"Because Tiffany has pure thoughts, she would never say she loves a man for a mere five million."
"But you, saying that you love me, do you deserve to?"
All that had once been, that night's cold indifference and ruthlessness, she returned it all to him.
He could cast her aside without mercy, consider their two years of feelings as nothing, so she, too, had the right to sever it all.
All of it.
Five million, to buy out a girl's two years.
Now, she had returned it all to him.
