Chapter 2: The Ring
Adrian’s lips twisted.
“You should be grateful I’m not asking for compensation.”
“For what?”
“For wasting my youth.”
His mother gave a soft little laugh.
“Don’t make a scene, dear. Women like you age terribly when they cry.”
But I didn’t cry.
That seemed to bother them more than anything else.
Adrian stepped closer, lowering his voice as if cruelty became more refined when spoken softly.
“The allowance ends tonight. The accounts are frozen. My attorney will contact you. Sign the divorce papers quietly, and maybe I’ll leave you enough to rent a small room somewhere.”
I stared at him.
“You froze my accounts?”
“Our accounts,” he corrected.
Then Celeste lifted her hand, showing off a diamond ring I had once found hidden in Adrian’s desk drawer.
“Don’t worry,” she said sweetly. “I’ll give him children.”
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