LOGINClouderton, Carmoria. Three days after we got our marriage certificate, Jason casually dropped that he'd handed the keys to our new place... to his ex, Nina Zeller. I clenched my jaw. "So you just HAD to give our house key to your poor, delicate ex?" He sighed. "She needed surgery. It was urgent. I'll get it back after." I stared at him. That blank, serious face? I actually laughed. I own a ton of properties. Even my managers have to book time to get in. But Jason? First guy with the nerve to sneak his ex into my home.
View MoreBack in Carmoria, I dove straight into work at Warrington Corp. My dad started handing me more of the core operations.I wasn't the same lovesick girl anymore. In the boardroom, I was the next-gen Warrington—sharp, focused, all business.Evan came back too, landing the role of youngest neurosurgery department head at his hospital.He started courting me—quietly, intentionally.When I worked late, he'd show up with homemade snacks, always right on time.When I was swamped, he'd sit with me, break things down, toss in fresh ideas without making it a big deal.He remembered my cycle—always had chamomile tea and a heating pad ready.Took me to concerts, art exhibits, stargazing out in the countryside.Six months later, on my birthday, he proposed."Wynne Warrington, I may not have the world's priciest jewels," Evan said, eyes locked on mine, "but I'll give you every bit of my heart. I want to spend my life protecting the brightest star in my sky. Will you marry me?"I nodded, har
I got my Zweizerland visa fast. The day before I flew out, Margot called.Total desperation in her voice."Wynne—no, Ms. Warrington, please... help us. We've lost everything. We're homeless, starving... For Jason's sake, show us some mercy..."I just listened. Said nothing."Ms. Warrington? Are you there? I'll do anything—be your servant! I'm begging on my knees!"Thud. Definitely her knees hitting the floor.I laughed, low and cold. "Margot, you forget you ordered me to make breakfast like I was your maid?"Tried to rob my family blind and dump Jason's fake kid on me?"Watched him hit me—and clapped like it was prime-time drama?"And now you're begging?"Yeah, no. I don't recycle trash. Trash stays where it belongs."Your problems aren't mine."I hung up. Blocked her.Not kicking them while they were down? That was me being merciful.***The next day, I boarded my flight.As Clouderton shrank into a dot, I exhaled.Three years of hell—finally behind me.Zweizerland w
Christopher and Margot dropped to their knees in front of my dad."Mr. Warrington! Please—have mercy!"Margot grabbed his leg, ugly-crying. "We messed up! We were greedy and stupid! Please, don't let Jason go to prison—he's just a kid!"Christopher jumped in. "It's on us. We failed him. We'll do anything—just give him one more shot!"My dad kicked Margot's hand off, face stone cold."Now you get it? Too late. My daughter's bruises? That gash on her forehead? Jason did that. He lied, stole, hit her. If I let this slide, I'm no Richard Warrington."He turned to Harvey. "Call the cops. Fraud, assault—hit 'em with everything. And tell every business in Clouderton: Jason Palmer's blacklisted for life. That sorry little Palmer company? I want it gone by morning."Jason screamed. "No—!"He crawled over, clutching my ankle, sobbing. "Wynne, I screwed up. Please... for those three years—just this once."I love you! I didn't mean any of it—I only said that stuff to mess with Nina!"It'
The divorce was just round one.Harvey slid a thick doc in front of Jason. "Here's a full breakdown of everything Ms. Warrington paid for—before and during the marriage. Gifts, assets, all of it."That includes the $580K house you lived in, the $120K Porsche in your name, and the $360K place your parents are squatting in."Also? Every dime she spent on you over the past three years—designer crap, watches, clothes. Adds up to $1.072 million."Plus the $1.5 million she invested in your parents' sinking company."Total damage: $3.632 million."As the one who blew up the marriage, you're on the hook to pay it back."On top of that, Ms. Warrington wants $1 million for emotional damages."So that brings us to $4.632 million."You've got three days. No wire by then? Expect court papers."$4.632 million. The Palmers looked like they'd just been body slammed."No way! That's insane!" Margot screeched. "Wynne gave us all that stuff! Why should we have to give it back?!"Jason shot me






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