I Become A CEO After Divorce

Chapter 1103: A Death, An Injury, Heaven And Man Apart

Chapter 1103: A Death, an Injury, Heaven and Man Apart

Sandy hung up the phone, opened the car door, and stepped out of the car. As she entered the

photography studio, the receptionist immediately greeted her, "Miss Thompson, the boss asked me to

take you upstairs."

Sandy nodded slightly, "Thank you."

She was still a little angry. When she was at the Hawkins family that day, she saw Jim putting a ring on

Nelson's finger. She thought the two had settled down, stabilized. But she never expected that in just

one day, such a big change would occur.

The elevator ascended and quickly stopped on the top floor. "Miss Thompson, the boss is in the

innermost room. You can go straight there."

Sandy expressed her gratitude and walked toward the innermost room. When she reached the door,

she knocked lightly. Upon hearing a response from inside, she opened the door and walked in.

The room was dimly lit, with curtains tightly drawn. Sandy smelled alcohol as soon as she entered. She

furrowed her brows and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal the person sitting on

the floor.

Jim looked disheveled, a far cry from the clean and determined person she had seen just two days

ago. Sandy was taken aback by the sight.

Jim spoke first, "Why did you come here?"

He stood up and approached the window, opening it. "Let's go to another room. This place is filled with

smoke, not suitable for you."

Sandy didn't say anything and followed him to another office.

"Would you like something to drink?" Jim turned around, sat on the sofa, and gestured for Sandy to sit

as well.

Sandy wasn't overly polite and took a seat across from Jim. "No, thank you. I don't need anything."

However, Jim still had two glasses of lukewarm water brought over. He handed one to Sandy and held

the other himself. "Did you come to see me because of Nelson?"

Sandy didn't deny it. "Did everything change overnight?"

Jim paused for a moment upon hearing Sandy's question. Then he replied, "An accident happened. I

didn't have any other choice."

He continued, his tone faltering slightly, "Of course, I'm not shifting the blame. It's true that my abilities

fell short. I couldn't protect him, couldn't give him any assurance. It's my fault that I couldn't prevent

these unfortunate events."

Sandy looked at Jim. The questions she had wanted to ask on the way here were now difficult to bring

up. The two of them sat silently in the empty office, neither speaking.

After a long while, Sandy picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip, her voice slightly

hoarse when she finally spoke, "I had a friend once. He was in a situation similar to yours. He had

survived countless difficulties, but when faced with the eighty-first hardship, he was separated from his

loved ones. Soon after, he left this world as well."

When Sandy first entered the industry, she met a delicate-looking young man. They were both

newcomers, unfamiliar with the rules and often found themselves offending others unwittingly.

They were both struggling in the industry and grew together, encouraging each other. He was an

orphan without parents, much worse off than her. She at least had Stella by her side.

But he had no one. One time, Sandy had stubbornly insisted on being the first guest at his home. When

she saw the barrenness of his place, she couldn't express her feelings. She hadn't been able to sleep

that night.

Although her early days with Stella weren't easy, his situation was much worse. His small room had

only a bed, nothing else. Clothes were stuffed in suitcases. The wash area was so cramped that there

was barely room to stand, but his small stature allowed him to barely manage.

As time went on, Sandy started getting roles, and he excelled in his own field, making steady progress.

He found success where he was talented.

Later on, Sandy's schedule became hectic, and they only kept in touch through phone calls. After about

half a year, Sandy received a call from him. He sounded both happy and sad.

Worried, Sandy rushed back to Manches City overnight and saw him. He had found his happiness, but

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For the first time, Sandy found herself opposing him, trying to persuade him. But he was unyielding,

determined to walk the path he had chosen.

Sandy had even cursed him, using all sorts of hurtful words, right to his face. But it hadn't moved him in

the slightest; he seemed to be even more resolute, sinking deeper into his choices.

In the end, Sandy had to give in. He had chosen, so what could she, a bystander, do?

As she had anticipated, criticism and accusations rained down on them, harsh words that cut deeply.

But the more others blamed and cursed them, the more they clung to each other affectionately.

Just when everyone thought they had overcome all the hardships and would have a smooth and

fortunate future, just when Sandy felt they had reached the end of their troubles, there was a breakup,

followed by a grand and rare wedding.

He married an ordinary-looking woman.

On the day of the wedding, in front of family and all the guests, he stood with a microphone, holding

flowers, facing the camera and said, "I've come to marry you. Will you marry me?"

A sweet voice answered from outside the door, "I will!"

Chaos ensued. He watched as her friends and family cursed and berated her, and then he didn't know

who started it, but someone threw a punch.

He rushed to her, shielding her in his arms. In the end, they were both bruised and battered. After

everyone dispersed and family left, he leapt from a high-rise building.

From then on, one dead, one injured, heaven and man apart.

Even though he survived, he was as good as dead.

Sandy never went to see him all these years because thinking about those events filled her with guilt.

She blamed herself for not cursing him harshly enough at the time, which led to his lonely life. Then

later, Sandy received a farewell message.