Todos los capítulos de Untouched for Three Years: Leaving My Billionaire Husband and Return the Pool: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Caroline's smile softened with satisfaction.“I'm sure Devon will make it up to you, Romy. The doctor has been very particular about this appointment, and naturally, I would feel better with Devon beside me.”The dining-room doors opened again.Devon entered wearing dark trousers and a black crew-neck sweater instead of a business suit. He had not brought his phone to the table. His gaze moved first to Romy, then to Caroline and the maternity folder beside her plate.He stopped and asked abruptly, “Why are you here, Caroline?”Caroline set down her cup. “Our appointment is at nine-thirty, Devon. I thought it would be easier if we left together.”Devon crossed to the table but didn’t take the chair beside her.“You told me you have an appointment at nine-thirty,” he said. “I never agreed to attend it.”The satisfaction disappeared from Caroline's face so quickly that Romy almost doubted she had seen it.Caroline's fingers closed around the handle of her cup. “You knew what I meant when

Near the dry-land training section, Devon lifted a set of recovery bands from a premium display. The packaging was black, minimal, and priced at almost three times the set Romy had selected.“These look stronger than the ones you chose,” he said, turning the box toward her.Romy read one line on the back before returning it to the display. “They are stronger. They’re also meant for general gym work. The resistance jumps are wrong for shoulder rehabilitation.”She put them back.Devon never thought about that the black card inside his wallet might not give Romy everything she wanted.The card could purchase the whole store. It could not tell him which single item Romy needed.That distinction should have been obvious.For most of his adult life, however, money had allowed him to avoid becoming competent in small practical things. If a shirt did not fit, someone brought six more. If a hotel room was inconvenient, another floor was cleared. If Caroline called with a problem, he sent a ca

“Before I total your bill, Miller has already put half a training kit on his personal account,” Martin said. “If I let you pay for the same things twice, he’ll accuse me of encouraging your worst habits.”Romy read the first few lines of the packing slip. Two training caps. A team-issued recovery kit. Spare goggle straps. Waterproof dressings. Hand paddles.“He never told me he’d ordered anything.”“Of course he didn’t. Miller considers openly admitting concern a serious character defect. This box is as close as you’ll get to an emotional confession.”Martin checked the packing slip against the contents of her trolley. He removed the extra caps first, followed by the spare straps, waterproof dressings, and a second pair of hand paddles. When Romy reached for the caps, he moved them to the return shelf behind him.“I can pay for my own equipment,” she said.“I know. You proved that when you hid money under my till mat at fourteen.” Martin tapped the Miller label with one finger. “But I

For several seconds, Miller did not move.Rain tapped against the high window of Martin’s office. Beyond the glass wall, an employee pushed an empty trolley past the counter, one wheel clicking each time it turned. The ordinary sounds of the store continued as though Romy had not just rearranged three years of her life with one sentence.Devon Kensington was her husband.Miller looked at Romy first. She stood beside Martin’s crowded desk with one hand resting on the purchase list, her face composed in the particular way he remembered from the minutes before a difficult race. Devon remained near the closed door. He had given her the place closest to the exit without appearing to notice he had done it.The detail did not improve Miller’s opinion of him.Yesterday, Devon had been the wealthy sponsor refusing an unreasonable protocol. This morning, he had been the married man carrying Romy’s boxes while newspapers filled themselves with photographs of another woman at his side. Now every

Miller studied him. “And if she signs in twenty-two days?”When he heard the question, Devon froze for a moment.“Then she signs.” Devon’s gaze moved to Romy for only a moment before returning to Miller. “She has complete authority over that decision. I will not delay the support, withdraw it, or make her negotiate for it because our marriage has ended.”“That assurance is in writing?”“Yes. Kensington Enterprises receives no rights to her medical records, performance data, image, schedule, or competitive decisions. The divorce cannot change those protections.”Romy gave a small nod. “My solicitor reviewed every term before I accepted it.”Miller had expected persuasion from Devon—smooth language about partnership, discretion, or mutual benefit. Instead, the answer placed the obligation entirely on the person with the money and left the choice with the person whose career had already paid the greater price.It did not earn forgiveness. It did earn the first measure of respect Miller h