Chapter 21
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Chris walked calmly through the VIP corridor with a black overcoat draped over his arm. Behind him followed the top business team of Xander Corporation, all in tailored suits, sharp and immaculate.
Their synchronized footsteps echoed across the glossy floor, radiating an authority that felt impossible to challenge. Separated by several panes of glass, passengers who had just disembarked paused to watch.
Inside the private jet’s cabin, Chris flipped through the documents in his hands. Gavin placed a cup of coffee to his left.
“Have someone keep an eye on the hospital,” Chris said, turning a page without looking up. “Especially Winter. Don’t let her get close to Jacob p>
The taxi drove into Westbay.
Winter had bought an apartment there a few years earlier. It was close to the TV station, only a ten–minute walk
away.
Back when she was an intern at the station, she had bought the place purely for convenience. At the time, she planned to go abroad and become a foreign correspondent, so she had casually chosen a simple two–bedroom unit.
One bedroom was hers. The other belonged to William.
She unlocked the door with her fingerprint and turned on the lights. The apartment was spotless. Housekeeping must have come earlier that day.
William was a neat freak who paid for professional cleaning every three days at all his properties so he could crash whenever filming wrapped. Winter’s place benefited from the same arrangement.
She set her suitcase down by the door and collapsed onto the sofa. She stared at the white ceiling without blinking.
So this was what divorce felt like.
The papers were signed and it was over.
The pain was much lighter than she had imagined.
It felt unreal.
The marriage she had forced herself into was finally over.
After showering, Winter opened the inner compartment of her suitcase and took out her sleeping pills.
On her first night back to being single, she figured she should at least celebrate by getting a good night’s sleep.
But it was not until late into the night that the medication finally pulled her under.
Early the next morning, she opened her eyes and felt disoriented for a moment. Surrounded by unfamiliar yet faintly familiar surroundings, it took her a while to remember that she had signed the divorce agreement.
She and Chris were divorced.
The aftermath hit harder than she expected.
She covered her burning eyes and took a deep breath, only to be caught off guard by a tearing pain in her chest.
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Her vision darkened, and every breath came with a sharp ache.
“Chris Xander, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. There will nev Scott clinging to you,” she thought bitterly.
again be a woman named Winter
The alarm rang. Winter touched her cold face, then slowly got out of bed.
After getting ready, she went to the TV station.
Even though she was divorced, life still had to go on.
She loved Chris. Back then, when that car accident happened, Skyla was pulled out of the wreckage while Chris was trapped inside, unconscious.
Winter had gone insane with fear, prying at the car door with her bare hands. Her palms were torn and bleeding, and the car was on the verge of exploding. All she could think was that Chris couldn’t die.
That was when she knew she was doomed to fall for him for the rest of her life.
But she also loved her work.
She had once given up the chance to go abroad to take care of a blind Chris. She had given up her dream of becoming a war correspondent.
She would not do that again.
She would not waste her life for a failed marriage.
When she arrived at the newsroom, Wendy rolled her eyes the moment she saw her. “You look like a mess. Your complexion is awful, and you didn’t even put on makeup p>
“I was afraid I would look too good and make you jealous,” Winter shot back, as usual.
She sat down at her desk. As soon as she turned on her computer, a department announcement popped up.
“The agency will be establishing an overseas correspondent station in Eveland. Applications are now open p>
Winter’s hand froze on the mouse.
Going abroad to become a foreign correspondent had once been the starting point of her dreams. It was the path that could eventually lead her to becoming a war reporter.
But one requirement was highlighted in bold.
The overseas assignment would last three years.
The thought of leaving Liono City for three years lingered in her mind.
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