CHAPTER 148 Taste of freedom

The CEO

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I climbed the stairs, each step feeling as heavy as the weight pressing down on my heart. Pearl had handed over the remaining 10 percent of the company shares to me, knowing that once the engagement and merger were finalized, the Wesley Corporation would likely dissolve Beckham Construction. The certificate was cold in my hands, but it felt meaningless now.

As I passed by Lucy's room, the sound of her soft chuckle drifted out, followed by her mother's voice. I glared at the door. The thought of me spending the rest of my life with her was mentally gnawing. I was doing this for the child; once the child is enough, I'll get a divorce and just focus on my child. The memories of my childhood after my mother flooded in—just me and my father.

"Damon isn’t around, right?" Mrs. Beckham asked. "Are you sure he is?"

I was about to walk away, but the question glued my feet to the floor and, like a magnet, pulled my ears to the door.

"He isn't," Lucy replied, a note of excitement bub