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The divorce.

Katie. Relief. That was all I felt as I took another look at the blonde woman in front of me. Dressed in a corporate black pant and grey shirt, with her blonde hair neatly packed into a bun, her blue eyes sparkled with hypocritical empathy - one I wasn’t bothered about. Not in a single bit. “You know I am truly sorry about all these. And I wish we could have found another solution to all these but Mark and I can’t really live without each other.” She said again. She attempted to touch me but I immediately stepped back, although I did it in a way that didn’t make it obvious. “Come on, sweetie. You didn’t steal my man,” I said with a sweet smile. “You were doing me a favor.” That said, I stretched my hand to collect the file Mark had been holding out all along. Divorce file. After reading through it all and making sure that I wasn’t giving up anything else except my marriage to the man, I swiftly signed the paper. “I wish you good luck,” I said as I handed the paper to the blond

The damsel in distress.

Katie. Before my mind could fully register if who I thought was there was or if it was just my drunken stage that was making me hallucinate, the man pinning me down was suddenly lifted. A loud crashing sound came from somewhere across the room, followed by the shout of several men. I felt myself being lifted up and snorted when I heard the familiar scent of Evan Blackman, the man who I was not expecting to find me so soon.“You have a whole lots of explanation to do!” He yelled at me before dumping me on the nearest chair he could find. Fuck!That was exactly why I was trying my best to avoid the man.Evan Blackman was a man - in fact, he’s the only man - I could call my father’s best friend. Though he was only thirty years, but he was the only man my father was close enough to and listened to. At first, I thought it was because they were business partners, but I soon found out that my father respected the man a lot and just valued him enough to get close to him. But for me?Each

Secrets in the open.

Katie’s POV. “Katie Malory!”The bellowing of my name made me hiss as I sat up from the shock and got assaulted by the banging of my head - something I wasn’t expecting. I hissed once more as I tried to hold my head to stop the onset of headache I knew was brewing. “Here.” A masculine voice said and quickly shoved something into the hand I was intending to hold my head with. I opened my eyes and saw Evan towering over me. The moment I laid my eyes on him, the memory of what I did flooded me and I reluctantly took the glass of water and aspirin from his hand. Without a word to him, I dropped the drug in my mouth and downed the glass of water. “Katie Malory!” The angry voice that woke me up earlier resounded again. Startled, I looked up and saw that it was the voice of none other than my father. “Good to see you so soon, father,” I said with a chuckle. Then I turned to look at Evan and gave him the betrayal look. Instead of reacting to my silent accusation, he merely chuckled. I sn

Married again?

Katie. The moment I came to, tears ran down my face. I sniffled, trying to keep the tears from falling. I swiped angrily at my cheek when the tears kept streaming down. My body shook, still reeling from shock. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep from shaking too much. A hand silently wrapped around the side of my body. Before I could shake it off, the Kroger one wrapped around my other half of my body. I wanted to resist. I wanted to protest that I was perfectly fine. But the tears streaming down my cheeks, the mascara smudged all over my eyes, and my quivering lips said otherwise. With no more resistance in me, I relaxed my body against the man holding me and completely broke down , the last of my control gone. “Shhh…” Evan comforted me. His hand rested on my head, stroking it gently. “He’s lying, right?” I asked once I was able to calm down a bit. “Cupcake, I don’t think he was,” Evan said, finishing his words with a deep sigh. “While you were…” he cleared his thro

Other option?

KATIEI sat on the edge of the sofa, my fingers tangled in my hair as I stared at the floor like it held all the answers. My heart thudded against my chest, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, the weight in my stomach wouldn’t lift. Two years with Evan Blackman. Two years under the same roof as the man who had just called me his wife—even if it was drunken, accidental, and completely out of line with reality.But the other option?The cold streets. Rejection. A future I couldn’t even begin to picture.I let out a shaky breath, wiping the corner of my eyes even though I told myself I wasn’t going to cry again. My life wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. One minute I was a Malory, the next… I was nobody. And now, somehow, I was Evan Blackman’s wife?How the hell did this become my life?Evan stood there, tall and unreadable, already scrolling through his phone like he had somewhere better to be. Like my answer didn’t really matter because he already knew what it would be. Typi

Not anymore.

KATIE I waited there, unmoving, with my arms wrapped around my knees like they were the only solid thing I had left. The sky above me had turned a dull gray by now. My thoughts ran wild, clashing into each other like waves crashing against a crumbling shore.Mark’s face came to mind first. That smug, arrogant look as he tossed the divorce papers at me like I was some expired contract he couldn’t wait to get rid of. From there, the events of the past few days and hours replayed severally in my mind.Minutes later, a beat-up black car pulled up in front of me, tires crunching softly over gravel. I looked up just in time to see Maria throw the door open and rush out like the world was on fire.“Katie!” she called, kneeling in front of me with panic written all over her mildly freckled face. “What happened to you? You look like hell.”I let out a humorless chuckle. “That’s because hell and I might be on a first-name basis now.”She blinked, her brown eyes full of concern. “Talk to me. Wh

Point of breaking.

KATIEStirring from sleep, I blinked my eyes rapidly, disoriented for a second before everything rushed back in—Mark, Evan, my so-called father, the revelation, the walkout on Evan, everything. Reality hit me like a cold slap. I wasn’t in my room anymore. I was in Maria’s tiny but cozy apartment.I sat up and looked around. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.That’s when I noticed the note stuck on the small white fridge in the corner. I padded across the room barefoot, my eyes scanning Maria’s careful handwriting: "Had to rush off to work. Make yourself at home. Eat whatever you like. We’ll talk more when I get back. —Maria."A soft smile tugged at my lips. Maria had always been that one constant thread holding me together. I opened the fridge and pulled out a few slices of bread, popping them into the toaster. While the bread browned, I leaned against the counter, letting my thoughts consume me.What now?That question had been haunting me since I stepped out of Evan’s penthouse and

Your only offer.

KATIEI had barely blinked away the sting of rejection when a sleek black car, a Bentley, if I wasn’t mistaken, pulled up in front of me. The kind that didn’t just purr when it moved, it whispered power. For a second, I thought maybe Evan had found me, and my stomach twisted at the thought.But the man who stepped out wasn’t Evan.He was talk and broad shouldered, in a perfectly tailored suit that screamed luxury instead. He walked toward me like he owned every breath of air around him. His sunglasses caught the glint of the setting sun as he paused in front of where I sat, legs crossed, confidence dripping like expensive cologne.“What’s a beauty like you doing sulking on a city bench?” he asked. His voice was rich and annoyingly charming.I raised a brow, not bothering to hide the irritation in me. “Excuse me?”He chuckled softly, then tilted his head. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me?”I studied his face a moment longer—strong jawline, devil-may-care smirk, dark eyes that prob

Not an excuse.

KATIEThe moment I stepped into the apartment, the sharp creak of the door gave me away. It was late already since I had to try my luck at some other places after excusing myself from Volkov. Before I could even shut the door behind me, Maria was already flying out of the kitchen. She looked worried and frustrated.“Katie!” she exclaimed, her hands flying to her hips. “Where have you been all day? I’ve been calling and texting you like a madwoman! You didn’t even say where you were going!”I sighed, dropping my bag on the mini table at the center of the sitting room . “My battery died. I didn’t mean to worry you.”“That’s not good enough,” she snapped. “You disappeared. You didn’t leave a note, a message...nothing. What if something had happened to you, huh? What was I supposed to tell the cops? That my best friend who just walked out of a complicated marriage and defied one of the richest men in the country just vanished? I'll be the very first suspect.”I blinked, taken aback by the

The accidental meetup.

EVANIt had been one hell of a day.No, scratch that. It had been a goddamn disaster.I pushed the bar door open, the faint scent of wood polish and old whiskey hitting me like a long-lost friend. The dim lighting suited my mood as the low hum of people chatting around me soothed a part of me. I walked straight to the counter, dragging myself onto the stool.The bartender gave me a look, maybe trying to gauge how much damage I’d take tonight.“Give me the strongest rare alcohol you’ve got,” I muttered.He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t need to. I probably looked like someone who didn’t want to be spoken to. Good.The glass clinked against the bar as he served me. I stared at it for a moment, then downed the liquid in one shot. It burned all the way down—just the way I wanted it.Katie.Her name floated in my head again, uninvited. Ever since she left my place, it was like someone had ripped the floor from under me. I didn’t expect her to leave. Not like that. Without a word, without

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