Desired by All and He Threw Away 108

Chapter 108 

Dylan POV 

The silence hits harder than the firing ever did.,i stand in the middle of my apartment staring at the mess like its a crime scene i accidentally woke up in. 

clothes thrown over the back of the couch. takeout boxes stacked on the counter.a cracked trophy on the floor lying there like it gave up before i did.the air smells like old pizza and stale frustration the kind that sticks to the walls and crawls under your skin. 

my phone lies facedown on the coffee table. It hasn’t lit up once. 

Not one call. 

Not one text. 

not even one pity notification from those fake friends who used to crowd around me after every win. 

i pace across the living room running a hand through my hair so hard it hurts. all i can hear is Martin’s voice echoing through the speaker from the meeting i wasnt invited to. 

“You’re done.” 

the words replay in an endless loop.every time they come back around something in my chest tightens like someone yanking a rope i cant cut loose. 

i drag a breath in sharp and uneven. “They can’t do this,” I tell myself. My voice sounds cracked, thin. “They can’t just… drop me.” 

I know the truth, though. They didn’t just drop me.they pushed me off a ledge then acted surprised i didnt land on my feet. 

i stop pacing and stare at the wall.a faded poster of me from an old campaign hangs crooked the smiling confident version of myself looking down at me like he doesnt recognize who hes looking at., 

“great, “i mutter. “Even past me thinks I’m pathetic.” 

the anger rises fast and hot.i grab the nearest thing an empty water bottle and hurl it at the trash can.it bounces off the rim and skids across the floor. 

Missed. 

ofcourse. 

i drop onto the couch elbows on my knees hands locked together breath loud in my own ears.my heart thumps a heavy offbeat rhythm. 

My reputation is gone. 

My career is dead. 

And I swear it feels like everyone out there is celebrating it. 

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I reach for my phone. The cold screen lights up against my palm, too bright in the dim room. I swipe through notifications—nothing new. Just the same articles, the same headlines, the same strangers pretending they 

know me. 

I open social media, and thats when the knot in my chest pulls tighter.everyone is talking about Aiden. 

“Aiden’s return is incredible.” 

“Aiden deserves every win.” 

“Aiden’s leadership is unmatched.” 

Aiden. Aiden. Aiden. 

My thumb scrolls faster. My pulse matches it, quick and sharp. There’s a announcement video pinned at the top of the trending page, posted yesterday. 

I ignored it then. I told myself it was just another promotional tactic, another attempt to shine lights big enough to smother me in shadow. 

But now? Now it feels personal. 

the thumbnail shows Aiden standing next to a woman her face half turned toward the camera hair catching the light in a way that almost glows. 

i swallow hard. 

I tap the video. 

the music starts slow and cinematic like its trying to sell me a fantasy.Aiden steps into the frame in a tailored jacket his shoulders pulled back his stupid calm expression plastered on his face like he already knows the world is about to fall at his feet. 

a narrator introduces him his accolades his so called triumph.then the camera pans to the woman.my stomach drops. 

Taylor. 

she stands there beside him her smile soft her posture relaxed as if she belongs next to him like shes always belonged next to him.Aiden looks at her like shes the center of the frame not the announcement.Not the cameras. Not the world. 

I watch the clip again. 

Then again. 

Then again. 

Each time, something new slams into me.Her hand brushing against his.His gaze lingering too long.The way she leans in slightly when he speaks, like she trusts him. Like she wants him. 

i feel heat creep up the back of my neck.” no,” i whisper. “No, no, no.” This can’t be real. This has to be a setup. 

A PR stunt. 

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Aiden’s attempt to spin the attention away from everything blowing up around him. 

My pulse kicks in harder.a ringing fills my ears. ” youre kidding me,“i breathe. “hes using her.“i shoot up from the couch and start pacing again moving so fast my socks slide on the hardwood.“He had to pick her? Out of everyone? He picked her?” 

my thoughts start racing slamming into each other like cars skidding across ice.Taylor wasnt supposed to be anywhere near him. she wasnt supposed to be in his world, she wasnt supposed to smile like that with someone else. 

a bitter laugh escapes my mouth harsh and humorless. “oh i get it,” i turning on me. 

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