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The scene had already drawn the attention of other guests.
Chloe clutched her cheek, crying in delicate sobs, while Scott stood there with two vivid handprints on his face.
People around us whispered, clearly trying to piece together the scene.
I gave Scott a cold, flat look.
“Do you want to keep putting on a show here, or are you coming home?”
His face was dark as pitch, but in the end, he followed me out.
When we reached the parking lot, I slid into the driver’s seat.
Scott opened the passenger door–only for Chloe to try climbing in right behind him.
“Out.”
My voice was a whipcrack. “My car doesn’t give rides to mistresses.”
“Jessica! That’s an awful thing to say!” Scott frowned.
“Oh, I’m the one being awful?” I let out a short, sharp laugh.
“Was what you two were doing any better? I’ll ask one more time–are you getting out or not?”
Chloe immediately turned those big, tear–bright eyes on Scott.
Under my gaze, he finally caved.
“You go. I’ll get you a ride,” he told her.
Only then did Chloe reluctantly climb out.
Back at the house, I went straight to the main seat in the living room and pointed at him.
“Talk. Every detail. Start explaining.”
“Explaining what?” Scott feigned confusion.
“You really want me to spell it out?” I gave a humorless laugh.
“You opened a Shared Platinum Card with a five–million–dollar limit for Chloe. You let her move into my bedroom and parade around in my clothes. And today, you took her to the Grand Oak Resort & Spa for a romantic soak. Do you think I’m blind, or dead?”
He bristled at the accusation, irritation creeping in.
“Romantic soak? That was a public pool! Do you hear yourself?
“And that money–I told you, it was her project bonus. I was just holding it for her! You froze my accounts, and now I can’t even give it back to her. She’s a young woman fresh out of school with nowhere to go–what was I supposed to do, throw her on the street?
“The resort trip was just to relax after work. We’re nothing but boss and employee–clean and proper. You’re the one overthinking everything!”
He seemed to gain confidence the more he talked, his tone hardening.
“Her paycheck hasn’t even been issued yet. Once it’s in, she’ll move out. Satisfied?”
I caught the slip instantly. My brows rose.
“Wait. I fired her. What paycheck?”
“I overruled it,” he said without a trace of shame.
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“Your written commitments are yours, but Chloe isn’t your punching bag. She’s been here a month and her results speak for themselves–she’s a real asset.”
“A real asset?”
His upside–down logic made me laugh outright.
“Fine. If you value her so much, then we’re getting a divorce.”
That hit him like a stepped–on tail. He rubbed his temples, looking tired and annoyed.
“What’s with the drama? I already agreed to your ten–dollar–a–day nonsense. After all these years, why divorce now?”
He spoke like he was making a concession.
“Alright, I get it—you don’t like her. I’ll have the house manager pack her things and find her another place to live. Emily’s still here, and I don’t want this to get ugly. I’ll stay elsewhere for a while. When you’ve cooled down, I’ll come back.”
And just like that, he grabbed his coat and walked out the door.
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