Chapter 7
He picked up on the first ring.
“Harrison… is all this really mine?”
A beat of silence. Then, “Every last bit of it. I bought it all for you, baby.”
I scrolled through the document again, slower this time. “Okay, fine, the houses and cars, sure. But the company? You’re giving me the entire company?”
Silence.
“Send me your side of the agreement.”
I could feel his hesitation through the phone. But he sent it.
I read his terms twice, then a third time. My frown got deeper with every line. “You’re walking away with nothing?”
“Everything I built was for you, baby. If you don’t want me anymore, what’s the point of keeping it?”
His voice was low and rough, the kind that settled deep behind my
I couldn’t speak. For once, the comments couldn’t either.
ribs.
[hold on WHAT?? all of that should be going to the FL eventually. why is he handing everything to the wife???]
[great so now the ML is broke and the FL gets nothing?? make it make sense]
[okay but why is this kind of… sweet?? he’s literally giving her everything the second she says she’s done. like a dog that got kicked and still drops the ball at your feet]
That last comment hit different. I’d been staring at the screen for so long that my eyes had gone dry. Wasn’t he supposed to save all this for her?
Did Harrison actually love me? And if he did, what exactly was there to love about me?
I only got into college because Harrison had dragged my grades up by sheer force of will.
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70.00%
And it wasn’t even an Ivy. Just a regular state school.
The female lead had gone to Belmont with Harrison, one of the best universities in the country. She was brilliant, independent, everything the comments kept saying she was.
And what did I do after we got married? Nothing. I shopped. I lounged. I turned Harrison into my personal servant and felt absolutely no guilt about it.
Carry me. Feed me. Hold me. And every night, it didn’t matter if he was exhausted, it didn’t matter if he had work, I climbed into his lap, called him Daddy, and refused to let
him sleep until I got what I wanted.
And he gave in. Every single time. He’d tap the tip of my nose and call me his spoiled
little kitten.
But none of that matched a man who was supposedly sick of me.
On the phone, Harrison must have heard me wavering.
His voice dropped to barely a murmur. “I love you, baby.”
Three words, and my whole chest folded in on itself. Every wall I’d spent the last two days building came crashing down.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Then I opened them and stared at the divorce papers. For the
first time, I wasn’t sure I could sign.
Maybe the comments didn’t have the whole picture. But could Harrison really fight the story itself? Could he choose me over the ending written for him?
[wait wait wait, the ML and the FL just ran into each other. and guess where?? right downstairs from the starter wife’s parents’ place. oh this is about to get MESSY]
