Chapter 4
Harrison stared at the woman across from him until her composure began to crack.
“Ms. Miller.” His voice was flat. “This is an office, not a reunion. If you can’t keep this professional, I’ll have to reconsider the arrangement.”
Audrey Miller’s polished smile froze.
[wait… does the ML not like the FL?? why is he so cold to her]
[relax, that is literally the trope. cold on the outside, soft on the inside. she was the only one who cared about him back at Belmont, he has been carrying a torch for YEARS. he is just bad at showing it]
[blame the author for giving our girl such a tragic backstory: an abusive ex, a forced abortion, dropping out… the ML is probably just hurt she went through all that without telling him]
Back home, I finished sorting through my things. From the comments, I had managed to piece together the whole story.
The short version? It was a second-chance romance. They had fallen for each other at Belmont, life had pulled them apart, and they had both married other people.
The plot kicked in when the female lead left her ex, ran into Harrison, and the two of them fell right back into each other’s arms.
And me? I was the obstacle. The clingy, high-maintenance starter wife standing in their way until the male lead got sick of her and threw her out with nothing to her name.
No money, no skills, nowhere to go. She ended up on the streets. And she died there.
A chill crept down my spine. That was my ending.
If those two were fate’s chosen couple, then fine. But I was not going to sit around waiting for the chapter where I died. I needed to act first.
Harrison was already done with me. What was there to lose? That afternoon, I had the driver take me to Hayes Corp.
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After years of showing up unannounced and dragging Harrison out of meetings, every person in that building knew exactly who I was. Heads turned the second I walked in. “Mrs. Hayes is here,” someone murmured, and I watched the whisper ripple through
the lobby.
“Where’s Harrison?”
Their smiles tightened. They tried to stall me, casually, like it was nothing, but I knew that look. There was something upstairs they did not want me to see.
I walked right past them, took the elevator up, and barged right into his office without
knocking.
Harrison was in his chair. Audrey was leaning over him, one hand flat against his chest, close enough for their faces to nearly touch. A coffee cup sat abandoned at the edge of
the desk.
They both froze when they saw me. Audrey straightened and stepped back just enough. Dark stains dotted the front of Harrison’s shirt. Coffee, maybe.
Harrison’s face drained of color. “Baby, why are you here?”
Everything in my head went quiet. Just empty.
The words slipped out before my brain could even process them. “Harrison. Let’s get a divorce.”
“No. No, we aren’t doing this. Baby, let me explain.”
He was out of his chair in an instant, crossing the room in two strides. Up close, the man who always seemed to tower over everything looked like he was collapsing in on himself.
I did not understand. Wasn’t this what he wanted? I was handing him an out.
So why did he look like I had just gutted him? Was he really that good at acting?
