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My Husband Cut Down My Last Memory for His Mistress Chapter 10
The ceremony was held in a small stone chapel outside London. There were no crime bosses, no armed men at the doors, no family elders watching to measure which alliance my marriage would strengthen. There were only flowers, morning light, a few close friends, and Elliot standing at the altar with quiet certainty in his eyes.When the priest asked if I would take him as my husband, I looked at the man who had never asked me to shrink myself for him.“I do.”Elliot’s fingers tightened around mine.The doors opened behind us.Mark stood there in a black suit, rain still clinging to his coat. He looked as if he had driven too fast and slept too little, his face pale, his eyes fixed on my wedding dress like the sight had physically hurt him.“No.”His voice broke through the chapel.“Leslie, no.”The guests turned. Elliot moved slightly in front of me, but I touched his arm and stepped forward myself.Mark walked down the aisle like a man who had forgotten everyone else could see him.“You
My Husband Cut Down My Last Memory for His Mistress Chapter 9
Mark answered the call and put it on speaker.Megan’s crying filled the room at once.“Mark, please help me. Your men came to the apartment. They said I have to leave tonight. They won’t even let me take the things from the estate. I’m pregnant. You can’t do this to me.”Mark did not look at the phone.He looked at me.“Megan,” he said, his voice flat, “I know about the drug.”The crying stopped.For a few seconds, there was only static.Then Megan’s voice shook. “What?”“The night you climbed into my bed. You drugged my drink.”“Mark, no, I—”“I know you lied about the allergy. I know you sent Leslie those photos. I know you used the pregnancy to make her look cruel every time she refused you.”My fingers tightened around the doorframe.Mark’s eyes stayed on me, as if every word were proof he was finally choosing the right side.“I’ve had them removed. The people involved have given statements. From now on, you will not use the Donovan name, the estate, or my protection.”Megan began
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I never asked when Mark finally left the gate.But he did not return to New York.Later, Elliot’s people told me he had rented an entire floor at the end of the street, close enough for his windows to overlook the road I used whenever I came and went.Every day, he handled Donovan business remotely. The rest of the time, he waited wherever I might appear.Flowers, jewelry, old books, music boxes.All things I had once mentioned in passing, all things he had never given me when I still wanted them.I accepted none of them, and I did not change my schedule for him.Work continued. Dinners continued. Life continued. Nine years of marriage had taught me one thing: never rearrange your life around a man’s emotions.At first, I thought the old Don had ordered him to stay and beg for my forgiveness, so I called New York myself.I told the old Don that I had a fiancé now, and a new life. I asked him not to make Mark waste more time in London.After a moment of silence, the old Don only said, “
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“What is he to you, Leslie?”Mark’s voice was low, but the control in it had begun to crack.I did not answer right away.Elliot stood beside me, close enough that I could feel the steadiness of him, but he did not speak for me. He never did.That alone made the answer easy.“He is the man I chose.”Mark’s face changed.“No.”“You don’t get to say no.”His jaw tightened. “Nine years, Leslie. You don’t just stop loving someone after nine years.”“I didn’t just stop.”“Then what is this?”I looked at him for a long moment.“This is what was left after you taught me how to leave.”Rain began to fall, thin and cold, darkening the stone path between us.Mark’s eyes reddened.“You loved me.”“Yes.”The answer seemed to give him hope.I let it live for only a second.“I loved you so much everyone in that house could see it. I waited outside operating rooms for you. I learned your world, kept your secrets, stood beside you through every bloody thing the Donovan name brought to our door.”His t
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He did not go home before flying to London.In Mark’s mind, I was angry, humiliated, perhaps hurt more deeply than before, but still his wife. As long as he found me, he believed there would be a way to bring me back.So he came with what he thought counted as an apology.A young magnolia tree had been delivered behind him, its roots wrapped in burlap, its white buds still closed. Beside it was a black velvet case from the Donovan vault, holding the necklace I had returned at the Founders’ Dinner.He stood outside the Hampstead townhouse, travel-worn and sleepless, rehearsing the first sentence he thought would soften me.Then the door opened.I walked out laughing.The late afternoon light fell across the steps. A man stood beside me, tall and dark-haired, one hand resting lightly at my back. He said something I didn’t hear, and I looked up at him with a smile Mark had not seen on my face in years.The words Mark had prepared died in his throat.“Who is he?”My smile faded when I saw
My Husband Cut Down My Last Memory for His Mistress Chapter 5
The old Don looked at the boxes for a long moment before opening the first one.Inside was a hand-embroidered Donovan crest, stitched in black silk and silver thread, with the names of the family’s founders worked carefully along the border. It was the kind of gift expected at the Founders’ Dinner, formal, respectful, and impossible to dismiss as an insult.For a moment, the old Don’s expression softened.Then he opened the second box.The room went silent.Inside lay the emerald brooch his late wife had given me on the day I married Mark. Every woman at the table knew what it meant. A Donovan wife did not return the matriarch’s jewel unless she was giving back her place in the family.Mark stepped forward before anyone could speak.His face had gone cold.The third box was larger than the first two, but there was almost nothing inside.Only a divorce agreement and a sealed medical report.Mark stared at the papers.For several seconds, he did not move.Then the old Don took the report
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