Chapter 2
I didn’t have much to take with me. One suitcase was enough to hold everything.
As I came downstairs, I found Garrett curled up on the sofa.
I went straight to pour a glass of water, grabbed some stomach medicine, and walked over to him.
But he suddenly stood up and slapped me hard across the face.
“Rylee fucking Winters, you crossed a line!”
“Who gave you permission to show our divorce agreement to them?!”
“I’ve explained this a million times–they’re just playthings. They won’t affect your position. Once I’ve had my fun, I’ll come back and be a good husband. What the hell are you being so dramatic about?”
“People in our social circle all have a mistress or two. Even your father…”
My eyes instantly blazed with fury as I glared at him.
His voice softened as he pulled me into his arms. “Besides, in all these years of marriage, I’ve only ever been with you. Don’t you feel how much I love you?”
“Be good. I promise that after this, I’ll stay faithful to you for the rest of my life.”
Years ago, the notorious playboy had pursued me relentlessly for three whole years. He swore I would be his only one forever. He promised to protect me and my family with his life.
I believed him.
But now, hearing the same promises, I felt nothing but numbness.
When had my trust eroded completely?
Was it when his side pieces first disappeared, and he used my Instagram account to publicly declare his love for them, making me the laughingstock of our entire social circle?
The next day, I was surrounded by reporters, helpless and alone in the face of flashing cameras.
Or was it on our anniversary when he abandoned me to perform some dangerous stunt to impress them, leaving me to face his family’s accusations that I didn’t care about my husband’s safety?
Was it when he ignored my one hundred and one desperate calls for help while he was having the time of his life with his side pieces at Disneyland?
Or was it when he forced me to donate blood just because I shared the same blood type with his side pieces, causing me to lose my barely formed baby–only to blame me for not being able to protect our child?
Or the day before he handed me divorce papers, when he reassigned all the specialists to treat his side pieces, leaving my mother–my only family–to die with no one to save her….
My whole body trembled, water soaking my clothes.
He still held me, his skin now permeated with a fragrance he’d never worn before.
I turned my face away, only to see a string of numbers tattooed on his collarbone–the birth dates of those side pieces, which also happened to be the day my mother died.
Remembering my mother’s last words, I subtly pulled away from his embrace.
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Chapter 2
He shoved an $80 million check into my hand. “They like this mansion. You need to move out.”
I took the check and quietly said, “Time”
Then I handed him the medicine.
Garrett’s eyes softened, and he was about to take my hand. “Rylee…”
Just then, a series of agonized screams came from outside-
My dog
I rushed out in panic, only to see Daphne and Phoebe viciously kicking my dog, who lay barely breathing on the ground.
I violently pushed them away, tears streaming down my face. “Autumn! Autumn!”
The poor pup was barely breathing but still managed to wag her tail at me.
Daphne and Phoebe stood by, watching coldly:
“Oh, it’s your dog? We thought it was some stray that wandered onto our property.”
“Why are you still here anyway? Didn’t Garrett tell you to leave?”
I stood up and slapped Daphne hard across the face.
But the next moment, a slap landed on mine…
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