Less than ten minutes later, the paramedics arrived with a stretcher, and every executive and employee in the room quietly made their exit, as if it were an unspoken agreement.
Their livelihoods depended on the man standing before me.
“Your kid. Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with the baby mama?”
I kept my voice calu, almost amused.
Nathan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought to stay composed.
“Madison, I swear to God, Lilidn’t cheat”
“That baby isn’t mine.”
There was a time when I’d have told him to watch his words, but whether the kid was his or not–what did that have
to do with me anymore?
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to two photos.
One was a lipstick stain on his shirt, the other was a note from Zoe, scribbled with the words my love.
“I forgot to take a picture of you and Zoe making out at the hospital that day.”
“But you’re not about to tell me kissing is just some casual coworker thing, right?”
He stared at the phone, his expression crumbling, like the last bit of strength had been drained from him.
His voice came out hoarse.
“Madison, you have to believe me. It was just that one time.”
“She climbed into my bed first, wearing nothing but her nightgown.”
“I remember the exact date.”
“You can check my phone there’s no way she’s pregnant with my kid.”
“And I used protection that night.”
“Madison, it was just once.”
“Please, forgive me. I swear, it will never happen again”
Chapter 9
I listened to him ramble, this desperate, broken man scrambling for excuses.”
“Was this really Nathan Whitmore?”
“The same Nathan everyone once looked
up
to?
“Nathan, the moment you decided to cheat, you died in my heart–just like my father did.”
“Breathing the same air as you makes my skin crawl.”
“My lawyer has been trying to reach you for weeks.”
“If you keep avoiding him, expect a subpoena.”
I turned and walked away.
Nathan reached for me, just like he used to, but the moment he saw the look in my eyes, his hand faltered, and he
had no choice but to follow behind me in silence.
“Madison, are you okay?”
“He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”
A college intern who had been waiting outside rushed up to me, his face full of concern.
Nathan’s jaw clenched when he saw the guy–someone who, frankly, looked a little too much like him.
And when that same guy spoke to me with such warmth, I saw the exact moment Nathan snapped.
One punch.
Then another.
Within seconds, they were on the floor, throwing fists.
I didn’t intervene.
I had no reason to.
Stepping into the elevator, I turned back to watch them, their clothes torn, their expressions twisted in anger.
For a second, even I could barely tell them apart.
I pressed the button for the parking garage and left them there, without looking back.
Now I’m Marvving Your Rival
