Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 106

Chapter 106 You Caused Me The Greatest Harm

“We’re wading in deep waters this time,” Jessica remarked as she adjusted her glasses. “This department thinks they can do whatever they want in Faymon Group, but its politics are complicated.”

Jessica appeared disgruntled. “Mr. Faymon looks decent. I can’t believe he’s so wicked.”

At this point, Rayna was not too worried. “Well, somebody has to do it. As Mr. Faymon wouldn’t return to the Norham branch, he would be here to keep things together if something goes south.”

“What about the interview? How is that going?”

Rayna pursed her lips. “Their résumés and capabilities looked impressive enough, but Faymon Group has the final say. I merely choose one, and the rest is down to the people in the Yeringham and Horington branches.”

Jessica understood. “It has to be this way as there are eyes everywhere in Faymon Group, who may be spies for Mr. Saunders or Mr. Grant. Those employed for less than two years in the branches wouldn’t even have the opportunity to come in contact with either of them.”

That was the end of the subject with nothing left to discuss.

“Is your brother controlling, Nana?” Jessica asked Nana after a while.

Rayna giggled. “What about him?”

“As soon as he heard that you recommended me and that we live together, he couldn’t stop asking about you and if you were being treated well. He even asked me to take you out often and away from work.”

“My parents divorced when we were young, so I basically raised him,” Rayna explained. “That is why he’s attached to me, which I do not mind. You should have more conversations with him about things other than me.”

Jessica was taken aback. “I’m sorry, Nana. I didn’t know.”

Rayna thought she was making it a bigger deal than it was. “Nothing to apologize for. It’s only natural that they would go their separate ways since things weren’t working out for them. All right, let’s eat.”

“Let’s. I’ll bring the food.”

Though Rayna claimed that her parent’s divorce did not bother her, the memories often overwhelmed her in her sleep.

Look at yourself. What good are you, aside from giving birth and cleaning the house? My business has failed. What help have you been? My biggest regret in life is marrying a woman as useless as you!

The man’s brutal words echoed in the darkness as if they were uttered beside her ear.

Rayna did not dare close her eyes because she would see her mother’s tear-streaked, helpless face when she did.

Sometimes she hated the man for how he blamed his entrepreneurial failures on her mother. She also resented how weak her mother was to stay doggedly by his side despite the beating and scolding endured.

Only after their inevitable divorce did Linda take on the burden of raising her newborn brother alone. Because of that, Rayna understood why her mother did not want a divorce. She was afraid of doing it all alone.

Thankfully, they somehow managed.

Rayna saw the sparkling diamond castle when she turned around, which comforted the unease in her heart. She gazed at it until she fell asleep.

She sincerely hoped that the man would grow old and die alone.

Over the coming week, Rayna personally visited the Yeringham and Horington branches, documents in hand, to select the candidates.

At the conclusion of the final interview, she rose from her seat.

Rayna extended a cordial hand to the young woman before her. “Your résumé and abilities are most impressive, and I think you would be a good fit for the Department of Regulators here at Faymon Group. Welcome aboard!”

The young woman was pleasantly surprised and hastened to accept the handshake. “Thank you for the opportunity, Ms. Garland.”

Rayna had selected three candidates from the Yeringham branch and two from the Horington branch; this young woman was the last one. As all the slots were filled, Rayna departed after the interviews.

Coincidentally, she ran into Julian at the lobby downstairs.

“Rayna.”

Julian regarded the woman before him with a complicated gaze.

Her custom-made gray suit accentuated her perfect figure, and her jet-black hair was done up neatly. With one hand in her pocket, the tall and fierce woman’s elite professionalism caused his eyes to gleam with surprise.

It had only been a month since the couple’s divorce, and she looked like a different person. Her presence was so magnetic that he did not dare look directly at her.

“Mr. Faymon.” Rayna inclined her head without correcting his greeting.

Having been married to Julian for a year, she had enough affection for him to admit she felt something upon running into him post-divorce. Her heart still twinged with pain.

As Rayna was about to walk around him, Julian instinctively blocked her path. “I’d been meaning to visit you in Norwal City. Let’s have a chat since you’re here.”

Rayna laughed. “What do we have to talk about?”

“I would like to apologize to you. Can we talk, please?” Julian said, with a much better attitude than before.

Rayna glanced at her watch. Worried about how Julian’s insistence on her company would look to the other employees, she grunted her assent and promptly left the office building to make her way to the cafe next door.

Julian followed her in.

“One latte and one hot cocoa, thank you,” he said without even looking at the menu to the waiter approaching their table.

He remembers what I like.

Rayna gazed across the table at Julian without a word. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Soon, the coffee arrived. Aromatic steam billowing from the cups filled the air between them.

Rayna took a sip and leaned back. “Speak your mind, Mr. Faymon.”

“I heard Uncle Curtis set up a Department of Regulators and made you its manager,” Julian said with a frown. “You shouldn’t take the job as it’s not something good.”

Rayna chuckled. “Are you showing concern for me?”

Julian filled me with sweet nothings before our divorce. Why is he showing concern for me now?

“The Faymon family is more complicated than you imagine,” Julian said. “You know as well as I do that Uncle Curtis is not related to the Faymon family by blood, which incurred the ire of the rest of the family when Grandpa left Faymon Group to him.”

After a pause, he continued, “We were once husband and wife, after all. I’m just worried that harm would come to you.”

He had been in a difficult position in Horington, especially since helping the rest of the Faymon family. Curtis would have left him stranded somewhere to his own devices if it was not for his last name.

It was only after divorcing Rayna did he come to regret that decision.

Upon recollecting their time together, he could not find anything wrong with Rayna aside from the fact that they could not share a bed. Besides, the fact that she was now glowing made him feel like he had thrown away something precious.

“You have caused me the greatest harm, Julian,” Rayna said with an impassive gaze at him.

Julian flushed with shame, aware of what she was referring to.

Rayna, on the other hand, remained imperturbed. “Did you know I was in Tyrandas when you called that night? Who told you that? Sienna? Is that who you’ve been helping?” she asked Julian, recalling

the phone conversation in Tyrandas.

“No,” Julian asserted, though he seemed reluctant to reveal who it was he helped. “Faymon Group will be bound for trouble soon. You’ll implicate yourself if you help Uncle Curtis.”

Rayna pursed her lips and scrutinized the man before her. She felt as if she no longer knew him.

Before their divorce, he told lies after lies like it was second nature and even tried to ruin her reputation with his mistress. It was ludicrous for him to show concern for her now.

Could this be what people mean about regret after a divorce?