Chapter 77: None of it Mattered

Kelvin’s POV

The moment the final confirmation came through, I stared at the document on my desk.

These three per cent were officially no longer mine.

The transfer to Emerald had been completed exactly as agreed, and there was nothing left for me to do about it.

I had accepted the settlement because allowing the lawsuits to continue would have caused even more damage to Mercer Technologies, but that didn’t make losing three per cent of the company any easier to swallow.

I had spent years building Mercer Technologies. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Now, because of Maya’s actions, I had been forced to hand part of it back to the woman who had once helped me build it.

I rubbed my forehead and let out a frustrated breath.

Every time I thought about how I had ended up in this position, I arrived at the same conclusion.

Maya.

She had lied to me.

She had tampered with evidence, involved herself in something she had no business touching, and then looked me in the face and denied everything even after I had placed the evidence in front of her.

What made it worse was that we were supposed to get married.

I had trusted her enough to make her my wife.

How could I possibly build a marriage with someone I could no longer trust?

That was the question that had been sitting in my mind since the night I left the apartment.

I was done with her. I had already accepted that much. But what I hadn’t decided was how I was going to end everything properly.

Maya had refused to give me any peace since I left.

She called. She texted.

Sometimes I would see several missed calls from her within the space of an hour. Other times, she sent messages asking me to speak with her, insisting that she could explain herself.

I hadn’t blocked her number yet, and it wasn’t because I still wanted to hear from her.

I simply didn’t want to end our relationship by pressing a button and disappearing. After everything between us, I wanted to tell her directly, one last time, that the wedding was over and that our relationship was, too.

Then her latest message arrived. I picked up my phone and read it.

"I know you don’t want to speak to me, but I need to see you. It’s important. Please."

My jaw tightened. I almost deleted it.

I sat in my seat for a few minutes, staring at the screen and debating whether to ignore her as I had with all the previous messages.

I had no desire to see her.

Every conversation with Maya now reminded me of what she had done and the consequences I was still dealing with.

Yet, leaving things unresolved wasn’t going to make the situation disappear.

I placed my phone down and returned to work.

Ten minutes later, I picked it up again and read the message. Then I put it down. Another twenty minutes passed. I was still thinking about it.

By the time an hour had gone by, my irritation had turned into exhaustion.

I finally picked up the phone and typed my response.

"Come to the café near Mercer Technologies tomorrow afternoon during my lunch break. I will meet you there. I won’t wait a minute more."

I sent it before I could change my mind. The moment the message went through, I felt a strange sense of relief.

At least it would be over.

I would see Maya one last time, tell her exactly where I stood, and put an end to whatever remained between us.

I looked at the clock.

Tomorrow suddenly felt too far away.

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I arrived at the café a few minutes early the following afternoon.

I chose a table near the window, ordered a coffee, and glanced at my watch. Maya wasn’t here yet.

I wasn’t nervous about seeing her. I simply wanted the conversation over with. I had already made my decision, and there was no point dragging it out any longer.

A few minutes later, I saw her. She was across the street, walking toward the café.

I recognised her immediately, although she looked different from the woman I had last seen at the apartment. She seemed tired, distracted, and unusually tense.

I watched as she moved toward the crossing and stepped onto the road. A vehicle approaching from her left caught my attention.

Maya either didn’t see it or didn’t realise how close it was. The vehicle was getting closer.

I pushed my chair back. "Maya!" I shouted.

She looked up instantly.

Everything happened too quickly after that. The vehicle struck her before I could reach the door.

My heart stopped.

I ran outside. People were already gathering around her, but I pushed through them until I reached where she had fallen.

"Maya!" I called, but she didn’t respond.

There was blood on her forehead, and one of her legs was twisted awkwardly beneath her. I dropped beside her.

"Call an ambulance!" I shouted.

Someone had already done it, so I looked at her face again. "Maya, can you hear me?"

There was no response.

The anger I had carried for days disappeared beneath a wave of fear. Whatever she had done, whatever I had planned to tell her, none of it mattered at that moment.

I couldn’t lose her. Not like this.

The ambulance arrived within minutes. The paramedics rushed toward her, immediately assessing her condition before placing her onto a stretcher.

I stepped back as they worked. Then one of them asked whether I was family.

"I’m her fiancé."

The words left my mouth before I even thought about them.

The paramedic nodded and continued working. When they lifted Maya into the ambulance, I climbed in after them.

I stopped thinking about the café, the conversation I had planned, and the wedding. I only knew I needed to know whether she would survive.

At the hospital, they rushed her into the emergency department. I stood outside as the doors closed behind her.

For the first time since I had left the apartment, I found myself praying that Maya would be all right.

I hated what she had done. I still didn’t know whether I could ever trust her again. But none of that mattered if she didn’t survive long enough for me to tell her.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor finally came through the doors. I immediately stood.

"How is she?"

"She sustained several injuries, including a head injury and a fracture in her leg. She lost consciousness, but she is stable now. We are going to keep her under observation."

I exhaled. "She will be okay?"

"She should be, but we need to monitor her closely."

I nodded. "Can I see her?"

The doctor gave me a brief look before answering. "Not yet. We will let you know when she has been moved to a room."

I stepped back and lowered myself into one of the chairs along the wall. Only then did I realise that my hands were still shaking.

I looked down at them.

Today was supposed to be the day I ended everything with Maya. Instead, I found myself sitting in a hospital waiting for her to wake up.

And for the first time since our relationship fell apart, I didn’t know what I wanted anymore.