Everyone listened, and everyone understood. Spencer closed his eyes, defeated.

His phone began to ring, and he answered it with a trembling hand. His mother’s voice was so loud that several guests could hear it clearly.

“Your father fainted!” his mother screamed. “Tell me what you did to Phoebe Harrell! Go and beg her forgiveness, even if you have to kneel!”

Spencer slowly lowered his phone. He looked at me, then he looked at my father, and in front of everyone, he slowly dropped to his knees.

The president of the Apex Group knelt on the polished marble floor, next to the broken glass and wine stains. “Phoebe, forgive me,” he said, his voice breaking. “I was an idiot. Give me another chance.”