Chapter 16
Two months into her recovery, Savannah could move freely again, her body no longer a leaden burden.
To celebrate her recovery, the Shaw family held a cozy family dinner. Over wine, Mrs. Shaw cleared her throat. “Savannah darling, you’re at the age when most women start thinking about… companionship.”
Mrs. Shaw patted her hand eagerly. “Tell us your ideal type, dear! This time, I’ll personally interview every suitor until we find you a man who’s–well, let’s just say his mother raised him right.
Damien, who’d been sipping water, nearly spit it out.
“Mind your manners,” Mr. Shaw scolded, frowning. “You’re at the table.”
Flustered, Damien stammered, “Mom–there’s no rush, okay? She just graduated last year. Let’s not push it.‘
Mrs. Shaw shot him a glare. “No rush? You want her to end up like you–single and alone?”
”
Damien snuck a glance at Savannah, cheeks flushing. “I mean it. I’ve got this handled. When the time’s right, I’ll help her find
someone.”
Mrs. Shaw couldn’t help but laugh. “With how picky you are, if we leave it to you, she’ll stay single forever.”
Damien blurted out, “Then I’ll marry her.”
The table went dead silent.
Savannah’s face turned scarlet. “Damien–what are you even saying?”
But now that the words were out, Damien didn’t bother hiding it anymore. He got up, crouched down beside her, and looked straight
into her eyes.
“I’m serious, Savannah. I’ve loved you since we were kids. But your dad… he never gave me a chance.” He scratched the back of his
head, suddenly sheepish.
“But now–right here, in front of Mom and Dad—I’ll say it outright. I like you. Always have.”
Savannah was stunned. Caught off guard, she sprang to her feet. “I–I just remembered something at the studio. I have to go.”
She bolted out the door, and Mrs. Shaw gave Damien a look. “Now you’ve done it. Scared the poor girl off.”
Five years had passed since Savannah walked away from her last relationship–years spent buried in studies and therapy, leaving no
room for romance.
But Damien’s quiet devotion–she’d seen it all.
She just didn’t know how to process it yet, which was why she ran.
She stood by the river for a long while, letting the breeze clear her mind. She’d think about Damien later. Right now, all that mattered
was her first solo art exhibit.
During preparations, her agent pulled her aside. “A investor from Crestmoor Heights dropped a huge sum into the show.”
Savannah blinked. “Who?”
“No name. No message. Probably just someone who saw your work and fell in love with it,” her agent said with a shrug.
Something feit off. But the agent waved it off. “Didn’t you say you wanted to avoid Shaw family funds? This is perfect. When your work sells, you can repay the investor. No strings attached.”
Savannah thought it over. Made sense. So she let it go.
On the day of the exhibit, the Shaw family showed up bright and early to support her.
Her paintings shimmered with life, full of soul and spirit. Art critics and collectors sang her praises, some even trying to buy her work
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Halfway through the event, a man in a sharp suit emerged from behind the curtain, holding a bouquet of flowers. Step by step, he walked straight toward Savannah.
When he finally reached her, he dropped to one knee. “Miss Langley, this is my surprise for you. Please–can you forgive me?”
Savannah parted the bouquet, and her heart nearly stopped. That face–the one that had haunted her nightmares–belonged to Grayson.
Without a second’s hesitation, she slapped him across the face.
Even after five years, Savannah’s body trembled as she stood there.
The suffocating heat of the steam. The mind–numbing pain of her shattered leg. All of it still clawed at her in her dreams.
And this man–this man was the reason for every ounce of it.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Grayson picked up the bouquet from the floor and offered it again. “Savannah, don’t misunderstand. I was the one who funded this exhibit. I came today… to surprise you.”
The commotion caught the crowd’s attention. Guests stopped in their tracks, whispering as they circled around to watch.
Grayson kept going, unfazed. “I know I wronged you. I was awful to you. But today’s special. I came to apologize.”
“I’m hoping… for the sake of everything we once had, you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
At first, Savannah was frozen in fear. But when he said that, something inside her snapped–and she actually laughed.
She lifted her foot and stomped the bouquet into the ground.
“Grayson, do you honestly think you’re clever? Showing up at my exhibit, pulling this stunt, and I’m supposed to be grateful?”
