Chapter 8
He stared at the road with some emotion I couldn’t quite read ]]
ike he’d just made up his mind about something. “Good“]
Back at the hotel, fresh from a shower and sprawled on the bed, my phone pinged
linknown number: We need to talk.
About the divorce? Sure.”
Why are you being like this?”
1 blocked that number too without a second thought
After that. Damien kept finding ways to pop up in my life. The money he transferred to my account kept getting bigger.
I took it all happily
Meanwhile, Scarlett’s social media went into overdrive.
Fancy galas with champagne
Custom designer gown.]
Million–doliar fireworks over a yacht
Skyline views from penthouse offices
Damden lurked in the background of every shot
Friends would send me these pictures with worried messages. Ed just smile and thank them.
Damien was “too busy to see me anymore.]]
While he was jetting around the world with scarlett, I scheduled my abortion
Lying in the
hospital bed afterward, 1 forend a smile for Lake.
Honestly, it wasst as had as I thought. Thanks for being here.
He just looked at me with red–rimmed eyes. You don’t have to pretend to be tough right now.
tried to keep smiling, but the tears came anyway.
Alle had just left my body. Of course it hurt
The separation between body and soul–it was suffocating
You can unring a hell-
No use crying over spilled milk!
Luke stayed with me for days
That’s when I learned he was the youngest
youngest son of the Harris family, medical industry glands.
No wonder he never struggled to get sponsorships when he was student council president
With proper medical attention, I was die in recover quirky
Lake loved to talk with me
didn’t have time to wallow in sadness because he was constantly sharing gossip and stories ||
I could feel my heat slowly healing
İnti a calendar notification popped upl
Tomorrow was the Moore family dinner. As Damien’s wife, I was expected to attend.
Plus, Grandma Moure would be there. She treated me like her own granddaughter. I have to go
The next day. I dressed up and drove to the Moore mansion.
At the last red light. I spotted Damien’s car.
He’d even brought Scarlett to a family dinner.
1 swerved my car, deliberately scraping past his Rolls Royce.]]
Metal screeched against metal as I hit the brakes |
I caught their shocked faces through the window and flipped them off
Then I drove away.
By the time I was hugging Grandma Moore, Damien was just parking his damaged car
I admired my handiwork–one missing side mirror and a beautifully scratched–up door
