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Nash’s jaw dropped, but no words came out.
“Don’t bother explaining. My choice of restaurant today proves I know everything. Let’s part ways gracefully, Nash. Don’t make me think less of you.”
When he’d pursued me, he’d been willing to fight the entire world just to be with me forever. Now that we were separating, I hoped he could handle it with the same decisiveness.
Seeing the evidence I’d gathered, Nash suddenly laughed. “Harlow, do you have any idea how you come across? Always so superior. The pressure of being with you has been crushing!”
He glanced at the agreement and signed it without hesitation. I had expected him to deny everything, then apologize and beg for another chance, leading to a messy emotional scene. I never expected he’d cave so easily.
Watching him sign, I felt a strange emptiness I couldn’t quite name.
“Harlow, you’re the one filing for divorce, so you can explain it to my parents.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously? You cheat and expect me to cover for you? Trying to gaslight me now?
Unbelievable.”
Nash shrugged. “I’m a successful man now. Having a side piece is perfectly normal.”
Nash’s transformation shocked me, and I realized I shared some responsibility. My mistake was helping him achieve financial freedom too quickly.
Women had been throwing themselves at Nash left and right. He’d faced plenty of temptation before, but he’d always managed to steer clear.
I never expected that after all his options, he’d choose a server.
I don’t mean to look down on Kira–all honest work deserves respect. She just wasn’t who I would have expected.
Seeing his signature, I took back the agreement and reminded him, “Don’t forget to get the divorce certificate in a
month.”
Nash stood up and walked away without looking back. At that moment, Kira rushed out and threw herself into his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.
She stared at me triumphantly, her expression screaming victory.
merely glanced at her and said coolly, “Your restaurant’s food is as tasteless as you are. By the way, I’ve hired a awyer. Every penny Nash spent on you came from our joint assets, and I’ll be taking it all back.”
Nine Years Wasted–Now I’m Marrying Your Rival
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Chapter 4
With that, I left.
Kira hurled insults at my back, but I ignored her.
In my rearview mirror, I could see Nash quietly calming Kira down seeming like true love after all.
I told Zoe what happened, and she immediately exploded again. “Has Nash lost his mind to that little vixen? Has he forgotten how much you helped him? Has he forgotten how his parents beat him for choosing you?”
“And now he cheats without a word of apology! That bastard–we should have demanded more money from him!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Get ready to take this to court. I want every cent Kira spent returned to me. I’d rather donate it all than let her keep a dime!”
“Consider it done!” Zoe promised.
After hanging up, I took a deep breath and headed to my office. Since we’d split up, there was no reason to continue feeding him with my connections.
On my way back, I called several clients to check in and invited them to dinner.
When Mr. Griffin received my call, he seemed surprised, then chuckled, “Is this about renewing the contract? Harlow, calling me so quickly–are you worried I might cause trouble for your little boyfriend?”
“Mr. Griffin, there’s nothing between us anymore. Renew if you want to, but don’t feel obligated on my account. Business is business–profits come first.”
“Coming from you, Harlow, that’s a bombshell! Never thought I’d hear that from you!”
We’re all professionals–one sentence was enough for him to understand what had happened.
I confirmed that divorce proceedings with Nash were underway.
