The Light I Buried for You Was My Biggest Mistake Chapter 08

The Light I Buried for You Was My Biggest Mistake Chapter 08

As the helicopter lifted off, I looked down. 

Derek was on his knees, Sophie’s arm still locked 

around his neck. The two bodyguards were fumbling to pry her fingers loose. 

His face had turned purple. His mouth opened and 

closed, like he was shouting something. 

The wind was too loud. I couldn’t hear him. 

I didn’t care anymore. 

Ethan sat across from me, wiping the blood from my face. 

His movements were gentle, but his brow stayed furrowed. 

He looked at me, my battered face, my torn clothes, and pressed his lips into a thin line. 

He was silent for a long time. Finally, he said just one thing. “Let’s go home.” 

The Aegis helicopter touched down on the 

hospital roof. 

By the next morning, Derek and Sophie were all 

over the internet. Clips from the livestream had 

been saved and shared millions of times. 

Then Aegis Group released a single sentence: 

[Aegis Group is immediately terminating all 

partnerships with Foster Holdings and will recall 

all invested capital.] 

The effect was instantaneous. Banks called in 

loans. Partners fled. Suppliers protested outside 

the Foster Holdings building. 

The stock price collapsed, erasing billions in value 

within an hour. 

I watched it all from my hospital bed, my face 

blank. 

Ethan sat beside me, peeling an apple. He cut it 

into small pieces and placed them on a plate. 

“Eat.” 

I ate a piece. “What are you doing about Derek?” 

Ethan wiped his hands. “False imprisonment, 

felony assault, distributing private images. He’ll 

serve time. Sophie too, as an accomplice.” 

“And Foster Holdings?” 

“Aegis is taking over.” 

I was quiet for a moment. Then I nodded. 

Ethan looked at me. “Do you feel bad for him?” 

“No.” 

I meant it. The man I’d felt bad for was already 

dead. 

On the third day, Derek’s lawyer showed up. “Mrs. 

Foster, Derek wants to make a deal.” 

I leaned back against the pillows without looking 

at him. 

“What is there to talk about?” 

“A letter of leniency from you, and he’ll walk away 

with nothing. All assets, all shares, everything to 

you. He just wants to stay out of prison.” 

I laughed, wincing as the movement pulled at the 

stitches on my lip. “He wants to give me my own 

money to buy his freedom?” 

The lawyer hesitated. “Mrs. Foster, he was 

manipulated…” 

“Leave.” My voice was quiet but final. 

The lawyer wanted to say more, but Ethan walked 

1. in. 

He didn’t speak. He just looked at the lawyer. 

That was enough. The lawyer packed up his things and left. 

Before walking out, he couldn’t quite let it go. He turned back one more time. “Mrs. Foster, Derek says he knows he was wrong.” 

I stared at the ceiling and said nothing.