Samantha’s POV
The news hit me like a punch to the gut.
Jack had sold his shares in FinCorp. The whispers in the boardroom confirmed what I’d dreaded—he was truly done. He wasn’t just walking away from the company. He was walking away from me, from us, from everything we’d fought for.
Sisco stood in the doorway of my office, his face grim as he delivered the final blow. “He’s heading to the airport, Samantha. His flight leaves in an hour.”
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “He wouldn’t… he can’t just leave.”
“He’s made up his mind,” Sisco said, his tone steady but laced with sympathy.
Panic coursed through me, gripping me with icy fingers. I couldn’t let him go. Not like this. Not without trying one last time to make him understand.
“I need
