The CEO Who Loved and Destroyed Me, So I Left Him Crying

Morgan looked up and saw Sebastian standing at the door.

She lowered her voice and said, "Got it," before hanging up the call.

Sebastian strode over to the bedside and asked again, "Morgan, are you getting surgery?"

Morgan remained calm.

"It’s for my friend. Didn’t you say that whether I’m beautiful or not, you’d love me just the same? If that’s true, why would I put myself through the pain?"

Sebastian pulled her into his arms. "Morgan, promise me you’ll never do anything that puts you at risk. I couldn’t bear to lose you."

As they sat close together, Morgan easily noticed the faint marks on the back of his neck—traces of another woman.

Keeping her expression neutral, she gently pushed him away.

"You mentioned transferring all your shares to me before. Does that still stand?"

Sebastian’s gaze softened with affection. "Morgan, when have I ever gone back on my word to you?

"But before, no matter how I insisted, you wouldn’t accept them. What made you change your mind now?"

Morgan curled her lips slightly. "Didn’t you say that once I become a major shareholder, your mother won’t dare to mistreat me anymore?"

At the mention of Grace, guilt flickered in Sebastian’s eyes.

Without hesitation, he called his assistant to draft the transfer documents and have them sent to the hospital.

There were over a dozen documents to sign, and Morgan took the opportunity to slip her prepared divorce papers in at the very end, having him sign them all in one go.

With two major matters settled at once, the heaviness weighing on her heart lightened considerably.

Morgan remained in the hospital for another two days before being discharged.

On the day of her release, Sebastian arrived early to pick her up.

As soon as she opened the car door, her eyes landed on a torn pair of stockings lying in the passenger-side footwell.

A memory flashed in her mind—Luna’s social media post from the day before.

“My boyfriend was too impatient again. Another pair of stockings ruined. Hehe, but I guess it was worth it!”

She attached a screenshot of a five-figure bank transfer.

Morgan calmly shut the front passenger door and slid into the backseat instead.

Sebastian glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Why are you sitting in the back?"

Now wasn’t the time to tear things apart just yet.

Suppressing the nausea churning in her stomach, Morgan replied, "The backseat is safer."

Sebastian chuckled. "Are you doubting my driving skills?"

Morgan gave a half-hearted response, brushing him off before falling silent.

Halfway through the drive, Sebastian’s phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID before declining the call.

But the person on the other end was persistent, dialing again and again—ten, maybe fifteen times—until Sebastian had no choice but to pick up.

As soon as he answered, his expression shifted.

A moment later, he slammed on the brakes.

"Morgan, something urgent just came up at work. Can you take a cab home on your own?"

Morgan’s gaze lingered on his anxious face, and the corner of her lips curled into a faint, self-mocking smile.

"Sure."

At that moment, Luna updated her social media.

“Got into a car accident. Called my boyfriend right away, and he said he’d be here in a second. I love this feeling of knowing I can always count on him.”

The attached photo showed her looking pitiful, her ankle red and swollen.

Morgan opened the car door and stepped out.

Sebastian followed, personally hailing a cab for her.

Only after watching her get in did he rush off in the opposite direction.

As soon as Sebastian drove away, Morgan paid the fare and got out of the cab.

She walked.

For five hours, she followed the familiar roads of her childhood, step by step, until she reached her old family home.

Pushing open the creaky door, she stepped inside.

Underneath an apple tree in the yard, she retrieved a shovel and began digging.

Soon, her fingers brushed against the cool, metallic surface of a time capsule she had buried at eighteen.

Back then, she wrote down her dreams, sealing them away with the promise to unearth them ten years later together with Sebastian.

“I hope to marry Sebastian. I want to have two children with him and love him for a lifetime.”

That was the wish of eighteen-year-old Morgan.

Now, at twenty-eight, she tore the note to shreds.

In its place, she placed her signed divorce papers back into the capsule.

Just as she sealed it shut, hurried footsteps echoed from outside.