Chapter 243
Trey collapsed to his knees in front of her.
Khloe looked down at him without a flicker of emotion. Not shock. Not satisfied. Just a cold, tired disdain—as if what she saw wasn’t even worth her attention.
He wasn’t the powerful, decisive man he pretended to be in front of others.
At this moment, he was just… embarrassing.
“Khloe,” Trey rasped, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. “I was wrong. I’m sorry… I really am sorry.”
The apology came fast, desperate, like it had been rehearsed in panic rather than born from understanding.
“I wronged you,” he continued, voice breaking. “I admit it. I was confused before. I made mistakes. But you have to believe me—these past years, I did have feelings for you. I just… I just didn’t realize it sooner.”
He looked up at her, eyes reddened, as if sincerity alone could undo everything.
“I can make it right. Anything you want—the company, shares, whatever you ask for- I’ll give it to you. Just don’t do this. Don’t push everything to the edge.”
Khloe let out a quiet laugh.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic.
But it cut straight through him.
Trey’s face tightened. “Khloe… don’t be like this. Think about everything we had. If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t be begging you like this.”
He reached for her instinctively, then stopped himself halfway, as if even he realized how pathetic it looked.
Then, as panic crept in, his words shifted.
“You’re alone in Goldmont City,” he said urgently. “No background, no family power backing you. Who do you think you’ll rely on after leaving the Fox family? I’m the only one who can protect you. No one else will treat you better than I.”
The mask finally slipped completely.
Khloe’s expression didn’t change.
That was what made it worse.
She crouched slightly, her heels clicking softly against the ground, and tilted his face up with two fingers—controlled, precise, almost clinical.
“Listen carefully, Trey,” she said evenly. “I don’t want you. I don’t want the Fox family. And I don’t want your protection.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“If every man in this world disappeared, I still wouldn’t choose you. Not in this life. Not ever.”
Trey’s pupils trembled.
Something inside him cracked—not loudly, but deeply, like something essential had finally collapsed.
“No…” he whispered. “You’re just angry. You’re saying this because you’re hurt—”
Khloe lifted her phone.
A recording played.
His voice filled the quiet garage.
“Khloe, I was wrong… I’m sorry… I’ve wronged you…”
Trey froze.
The color drained from his face.
Khloe glanced at him, calm as ever. “Should I send this to Angela? Or would you prefer I drop it in the Fox Group internal chat?”
Her thumb hovered lightly over the screen.
One tap.
That was all it would take.
Trey didn’t move.
Not even to breathe properly.
His voice dropped to something smaller, weaker.
“Khloe… you weren’t like this before,” he said hoarsely. “We don’t have to destroy each other. I know I hurt you, but I’ve also suffered. I’ve been torn up inside all these years. I—”
He stopped.
Because even he didn’t know what he was trying to defend anymore.