These words struck Kayden like a bolt of lightning on a clear day, splitting his world apart. It felt as though a thunderous storm had crashed over him, shaking him to his core. His body reeled from the blow, forcing him to stagger back two steps, his expression shifting uncontrollably.
Kayden was not a man easily provoked, nor one to wear his emotions on his face.
Facing armies, he remained calm and composed. A lone figure among thousands, he ended lives without leaving a trace.
But now, the words of this woman cut through him like a dagger to the chest, with a force no less devastating. His face turned pale, and his usually steady demeanor began to waver.
He stared at Georgia. Her face was cold, flawless, devoid of lies. It was clear she had made up her mind.
“Really?” Luther’s anger evaporated in an instant, replaced by pure, unrestrained joy.
“Georgia, are you really agreeing to marry me?”
Just yesterday, Luther had discussed the engagement with Georgia’s family. At the time, she had refused. Who could have imagined that today she would accept? For Luther, this was better than winning the lottery.
Even if he had lost the piano competition on stage today, it didn’t matter. He had won. He had won the woman he desired.
Georgia nodded firmly. “Kayden, let’s get a divorce. Let’s part on good terms.”
“Why?” Kayden forced himself to suppress the pain tearing at his heart. Gritting his teeth, he asked the question with bitterness.
Once, Georgia had been the balance in his life, the scale that kept him from descending into chaos and bloodshed. But now, in an instant, that balance was gone. The beauty he had cherished, the stability he had clung to-was it all slipping away?
Georgia took a deep breath and said, “Because I’ve realized something. I never truly loved you. The reason I married you was because of my grandfather’s arrangement. Later, the things that happened between us were driven by my desire to possess you. It was my possessiveness at work. Especially when I saw other women around you-it made me want you even more.”
“But now, I’ve figured it out. I’ve met someone who’s right for me, and I feel like it’s time to make my choice. Kayden, you once told me that if I met the right person, you would let me go. Well, I’ve met him.”
As she spoke, Georgia leaned close to Luther, a smile forming on her lips. “Mr. Falcon comes from a family worth billions. He can help me in my career. He’s talented, and we connect well. We have so much to talk about.”
In truth, the two of them hadn’t had much of a real conversation. The claim of “so much to talk about” left Luther a bit confused. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had won Georgia, and they were about to get married.
“Do you know how exhausting it’s been to be with you?” Georgia’s voice grew colder. “Ever since you regained your memories, I’ve never known who you really are or how many identities you have. I didn’t even have the chance to talk to you because I didn’t know what to say. For three years of marriage, I spent every night talking to myself. And after you regained your memories, you became distant, silent, never asking what I wanted or what I wanted to do. You never told me where you were going, and when I came home, I had to figure out how to find you. Do you know how tired I was?”
Kayden swallowed hard, his voice trembling. “Georgia, it’s not what you think. I was out taking care of-”
“Enough!” Georgia interrupted him, her voice icy. “None of this matters anymore, and there’s no need for you to explain anything. If you still have any feelings left for me, then grant me this divorce. Don’t use our marriage to tie me down as some form of repayment for the care I’ve given you these past three years. Let me go. Give me my freedom. That’s the best way you can repay me.”
“You could refuse to divorce me-you could have three wives, four concubines if you wanted. But I can’t. I’m just an ordinary person. I can only find my happiness after divorcing you.”
“Mr. Falcon, let’s go!” With that, Georgia grabbed Luther’s hand and walked off the stage.
Luther turned back to glance at Kayden, a smug smile spreading across his face. To be rejected by Georgia in front of so many people-what did it matter if Kayden won in music? His reputation was utterly destroyed.
Trying to compete with him? Kayden was still far too inexperienced.
Watching the two of them leave, Kayden felt as though a deep wound had been carved into his heart. Blood seemed to drip from it, falling steadily.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of the blood falling was deafening, though only he could hear it.
Why did it have to end like this? Why did she have to be so ruthless?
The audience was stunned into silence. No one could have predicted that this musical showcase would take such a dramatic turn.
“Sir, your bamboo flute performance was truly inspiring. I’m Gabriel Bright. May I ask if you’d be willing to join our association?” Gabriel approached Kayden with enthusiasm, pretending as though nothing had happened.
“Get lost!” Kayden snarled through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing red with anger.
Seeing Kayden’s bloodshot eyes, Gabriel hesitated, the words he had prepared dying in his throat. He had never seen such a terrifying gaze before.
“Mr. Scott, are you alright?” Diomidis Stevens, leaning on Christina for support, approached the stage.
Greg Versoonder quickly joined them, offering comfort. “Mr. Scott, with your talent and abilities, finding a woman is no challenge at all. If this woman left you, then it’s her loss. How about this-I can introduce you to someone, Mr. Scott.”
“Mr. Scott, if you’re willing, I’d be delighted to introduce my granddaughter to you,” another voice chimed in.
Seeing what had just transpired, the representatives from the traditional music community stepped forward to console Kayden. No one had expected such a joyful event to take such a heartbreaking turn.
Kayden faced their words of comfort with a blank expression. “I’d like to be alone for a while.”
With that, he walked away from the crowd, leaving their sympathetic voices behind.
Watching his retreating figure, Christina muttered, “Master, he’s been hurt so deeply. That woman was too cruel. There was no need to say all that in front of so many people.”
Diomidis Stevens stroked his beard, sighing heavily. “Indeed. To be humiliated like that by your own wife in front of such a crowd-it would break even the strongest of men. Mr. Scott is one of the strongest I’ve ever seen, but even he can’t escape heartbreak.”
“Even heroes fall before beauty,” he lamented.
“What is love, that it makes life and death meaningless?”