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Cristofer hung up and called his assistant right away.
“Where’s Maryanne?”
“Ms. Nielsen went back to the villa and left with a suitcase.”
Cristofer knew Maryanne would leave, but he didn’t think she’d be gone so fast.
She was shot. Where could she go?
“Did she say where she was going?”
“No. But a luxury car came and picked her up. The guy who took her was good–looking and seemed like he had money.”
Cristofer’s eyes got cold.
He put down his phone slowly, acting like nothing had happened.
Maryanne had been picked up by a luxury car right after the divorce.
She probably had never loved him at all, or she wouldn’t have left him like that.
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Maryanne was taken by her brother Leandro Heath to the fanciest place in Summerville, Polaris Mansion.
Leandro had to leave because of work stuff.
And he didn’t know she’d been shot.
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She lay on the soft, big bed.
Looking around at everything that felt so familiar, she realized it had been way too long since she was back here.
She couldn’t hold on anymore. Her face was pale, and sweat was dripping off her forehead.
The pain from the gunshot, mixed with the heartache, was too much.
Maryanne lay there weakly, her eyes closed, and her long eyelashes quivered a little.
She couldn’t get her head around it. How could two people who loved each other fall apart like that?
When she thought about the past four years with Cristofer and his gentle eyes that she had never seen again, it felt like her heart was being ripped apart.
So, even the sweetest promises didn’t last forever.
The divorce wasn’t just about them. She was pregnant.
But Cristofer was too powerful. She couldn’t let him know about the baby.
After being shot, she had to dig the bullet out herself, without any anesthesia, scared it would hurt the baby.
Thinking about her promise to her grandpa Theron Nelson, Maryanne decided to go home and take over the family business.
She had to let go of this relationship. She had to go back to who she was supposed to be–Maryanne Nelson.
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A month later.
The sun was shining brightly in early autumn.
Maryanne had fully recovered from her injuries, and she walked out of Polaris Mansion.
She put on her sunglasses and looked at the bright sunlight, her eyes sparkling with a big smile.
It had been a whole month since she was lying low here, staying off the radar.
She was wearing a bright red blazer, with her red lips shining and a free–spirited smile on her face.
She got into the luxury car parked by the roadside and drove to the Jimenez Group to pack up her stuff.
Outside the Jimenez Group.
As Maryanne opened the car door, she ran into Cristofer, who was heading out with Latoya by his side. Latoya looked as gentle and classy as ever.
The way Cristofer looked at Latoya made Maryanne’s heart ache, and her hand clenched into a fist without her even realizing it.
When Latoya saw Maryanne, she looked a bit surprised, wondering why she showed up again. But she kept her face straight and gave her a challenging smile.
“Ms. Nielsen, it has been a long time,” she greeted with a grin.
Maryanne didn’t respond.
Cristofer looked at Maryanne with a sort of smirk, glancing at the
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luxury car behind her that cost millions of dollars.
Their eyes locked. He gave her a sharp, intense look, like he was checking something on her shoulder.
Then he let out a mocking smile, his eyes clouded with disdain. “You sure are lucky. You’re still kicking after getting shot.”
Maryanne felt a sudden pang in her heart. The old hurts hadn’t gone away, they hurt even more.
“Sorry, I didn’t die. It must be a letdown. I’m here to get my stuff.”
Cristofer’s gaze turned even colder and more ruthless as he looked into Maryanne’s emotionless, indifferent eyes. “No wonder you left with nothing when we divorced. You already had someone else waiting in the wings. How low can you go?”
Maryanne’s heart ached, but she looked right at Cristofer’s smug face. “You cheated on me while we were still married. You’re one to talk!”
She walked right past them and headed for the building.
But then Cristofer’s angry voice stopped her in her tracks. “Maryanne, stop right there!”
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