The Light I Buried for You Was My Biggest Mistake Chapter 09

The Light I Buried for You Was My Biggest Mistake Chapter 09

He knew he was wrong. 

But not because of what he did to me. He knew he 

had messed with the wrong person. 

If he had known all along that Aegis Group was mine, would he have treated me that way? 

No. 

He would have put me on a pedestal. He would have worshipped me like some kind of goddess. 

But that wouldn’t have been love. That would have 

been fear. 

And I didn’t want his fear. 

On the seventh day, my stitches came out. 

New skin had grown on the soles of my feet. It 

was tender, but I could walk. 

The hairline fracture in my shoulder would take 

time to heal. The doctor said I needed at least two 

more weeks before I could move it normally. 

The bruises had faded from purple to a sickly 

yellow. 

Ethan visited twice a day, every day. He didn’t talk 

much. He just worked nearby, looking up every so 

often to make sure I was still there. 

One day I asked, “Aren’t you busy?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then why are you here every day?” 

He put down his tablet. “Lauren. You poured 

everything you had into him. You have nothing. 

left.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“What do you have left?” 

I pointed at him. “You.” 

Ethan froze. Then he turned his head, but I saw his 

ears turn red. 

He cleared his throat and picked up his tablet. 

“Stop being sappy.” 

I smiled. This time, my lip didn’t hurt. 

On the tenth day, Ethan told me the case had been 

handed to the prosecutors. “They’re not getting 

out.” 

He tapped his fingers on the table, a tell that he 

was pleased. 

“And Foster Holdings?” I asked. 

“Aegis is fully in control. The old management is 

gone. Derek’s shares are frozen. When he’s 

convicted, they’ll be liquidated.” He paused. “The 

employees keep their jobs.” 

I nodded. 

It wasn’t that I suddenly had a fit of saintly compassion for the Foster Holdings employees. It was just that those thousands of people were 

innocent. 

They hadn’t done anything wrong. They didn’t deserve to lose their jobs because of one man’s 

mistakes. 

Ethan had handled it properly. That was something I had always trusted about him. 

On the fifteenth day, the doctor cleared me for 

discharge. 

Ethan came to get me. 

He drove a plain black sedan, not one of the flashy Aegis cars. On the passenger seat was a bouquet. Not expensive flowers. Simple daisies with yellow 

centers and white petals. 

“Who bought these?” I asked. 

“The driver.” 

“The driver knows I like daisies?” 

Ethan didn’t answer. He started the engine. 

I picked up the flowers and smelled them. There wasn’t much fragrance, but they were nice to look 

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The car pulled out of the hospital and merged into 

traffic.