Chapter 2
Blake didn’t come home that night. No texts, no calls, nothing.
I didn’t care. Didn’t even ask.
Next morning. I got to the office carly. Blake was the CEO, I ran R&D. In five years, we’d built this company from a garage startup to a downtown powerhouse.
But our relationship? Went the opposite direction.
Phase one of the new drug was done, so things were pretty quiet for now.
I was sipping my coffee, reading through the divorce papers my lawyer sent, when Blake walked into my office.
I was drinking my coffee and going through the divorce papers my lawyer sent when Blake strolled into my office.
“Lila twisted her ankle getting out of the car last night, so I had to take care of her.
It got really late, so I just grabbed a hotel room.”
I nodded and kept reading my divorce papers, answering without looking up: “Okay, got it.”
Made sense. We were about to
get divorced anyway.
Who he slept with and where was his business, not mine. No need to keep me in the loop.
Blake froze, like he wanted to say something but held back:
“Let’s grab dinner tonight. You’re the star of this whole drug project–we should celebrate properly.”
He paused, glanced at me, then added: “Maybe we should invite Lila too. I think you two need to talk. She was just a kid when your mom died, you know.”
Hearing Blake defend Lila made my hand stop mid–page.
I wanted to ask him–wasn’t I just a kid too when my mom killed herself?
I pushed down my anger, took a sip of coffee, and said quietly: “Mind your own business. Tonight, just us two.”
We needed to talk about the divorce anyway. Didn’t need an audience.
Sister? My mom only had one daughter. Me
Blake looked at me like I was being jealous.
He was about to smirk and say something when his phone rang.
The second he saw “Lila” pop up, his face lit up. He grabbed his phone and bolted out of my office.
Near closing time, Blake sent me a/restaurant reservation.
Some fancy private place. His idea of making it up to me.
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Chapter 2
I stuffed the divorce papers in my bag and headed outs
Blake’s car pulled up as I left the building. He rolled down the window: “Go home and get ready. Quick dient meeting that it meet you there.”
He drove off before I could even answer.
I used to spend two hours getting ready for dates with Blake. Always stressed about makeup and outfits, but somehow loved every minute of it.
Not tonight though. No point.
Instead, I hit up a massage place nearby. Let my body unwind after all those late nights and overtime. Felt amazing
When I got to the restaurant, Blake wasn’t there yet. I texted him–no response.
I shrugged and didn’t wait around like usual. Just ordered.
The place was actually really nice. Great atmosphere, incredible food. Way better than wolfing down takeout at the office.
So when Blake never showed up, I wasn’t even mad.
The guy threw away seven years with me. Why would I care about one more no–show?
Truth is, he had no clue. The biggest gift he could give me was signing those divorce papers.
Chapter 3
