I looked at him.
“I never asked for your money. I never asked for your company. I never asked you to worship me.”
My eyes filled with tears.
“I only wanted you to remember who was standing beside you when you had nothing.”
Aaron lowered his head.
I continued.
“When the banks refused to lend you another dollar, I saved Prescott Technologies.”
“When your investors walked away, I brought in new capital.”
“When your company couldn’t afford the patents that made your technology possible, I bought them.”
“And when everyone told me you would fail…”
I took a breath.
“I believed in you anyway.”
Aaron’s eyes became red.
“I didn’t know.”
“That was the problem.”
I picked up my purse.
“You never cared enough to know.”
Then the conference room doors opened.
Two attorneys entered.
Behind them was a woman in a dark suit.
Jasmine.
Except she wasn’t Jasmine anymore.
She placed an identification file on the table.
“My real name is Elena Hart.”
Aaron stared at her.
“You…”
She looked at him coldly.
“You don’t remember me.”
Aaron’s face changed.
I watched him carefully.
Elena opened another folder.
