All Chapters of Divorced, Then Married His Rival: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Miss, I need you to leave. Now. Or I'm calling security."The receptionist's voice was polished, but her eyes dripped with contempt.Wendy Miller tightened her grip on the thermos bag in her hands. She and Nathan Hale had been married in secret for three years. Not a single soul outside knew she existed she'd never once set foot in his office to find him.She was only here today because Grandpa Hale had asked her to bring Nathan his lunch, and she couldn't say no to the one person in that family who had ever been kind to her.Nobody else in the Hale family wanted her there. She knew that. She just hadn't expected the lobby itself to reject her.When Wendy didn't move, the receptionist let out a short, mocking laugh. "You're still standing there? Don't tell me you're about to claim you're the president's wife."Wendy opened her mouth, but the woman cut her off, eyes raking over her outfit. "Take a good look at yourself first. Should I call an ambulance for your delusions instead?"Hea

By the time they'd driven a few blocks, Wendy's pulse had finally settled. She ran her thumb over the pocket watch in her coat, debating whether this was something worth calling Grandpa Hale about."Don't worry about it," Jordan said. "I'll get someone to handle it."Wendy still couldn't sit still, so Jordan looped the car around and steered them straight to a bar instead, tugging Wendy inside before she could protest.Two very different kinds of beautiful walking in together turned heads across the room even the stone-faced man in the corner booth glanced up.Jordan found Wendy a seat. "Sit tight, I'm going to go find the owner."Wendy nodded, only half listening.The noise cut out, replaced by something softer a piano.It pulled her straight back to an old dream she'd buried a long time ago, one where she'd wanted to be a pianist.Onstage, a young girl was fumbling through the piece, hitting wrong note after wrong note, nerves getting the better of her. She fled the stage the second

Two photos were driving the trending topic one from outside the registry office, the other of the two of them at the apartment door, caught mid-glance in a moment that read as anything but fake."What are you two looking at?" Sophie's voice came from right behind them.Wendy jumped, and the phone slipped from her hand, landing hard on her foot. She winced.Sophie leaned down out of curiosity and caught the headline glowing on the screen: Nathan Hale's Ex-Wife Remarries Same Day as Divorce!Her eyes went wide. She rounded on Wendy. "You were married? You got divorced today and you're marrying my brother?"Diane stepped out of the kitchen, drying her hands, frozen mid-motion at the words. Sophie kept going, louder now. "What are you playing at? Did Nathan Hale send you here to ruin my brother's life?"Wendy bent to retrieve her phone at the same moment Julian did, and their foreheads nearly knocked together.They looked up at the same instant, and Wendy found herself caught in his gaze,

Wendy had no real intention of selling the ring. She was counting down silently in her head she'd reached six when Sophie reappeared.Sophie "accidentally" collided with the sales associate, and the ring went flying out of her grip.Sophie snatched it out of the air and pressed it back into Wendy's hand before turning, irritated, to the associate. "Card. Now." She shoved a card at her.The associate froze, glancing between the two of them, realizing exactly how thoroughly she'd been played.Red-faced, she took the card without meeting Wendy's eyes and led them to checkout in silence.Sophie played it up the whole way, complaining loudly, "Honestly, the service here is terrible. I'm never coming back."Wendy didn't call her out on the act. She slid the ring back on and simply said, "Sure."Surprised at how unbothered Wendy seemed, Sophie asked, almost testing her, "If I hadn't shown up, would you have actually sold it?""You were always going to show up," Wendy said, certain.Sophie pr

Wendy glanced past him and spotted two smirking young men not far off, watching her with open interest. The picture came together immediately whatever bet they'd made, this man in front of her was collecting on it.She recognized the game. Rich boys entertaining themselves at someone else's expense. She reached out, plucked a glass off a passing waiter's tray instead, raised it slightly toward him, took a sip, and met his eyes.Brandon Bennett's jaw tightened. He hadn't expected her to snub him quite so openly taking a random waiter's drink over the one he'd personally offered."Do you know who I am?" he demanded.Nobody turned him down without knowing exactly who they were dealing with. Or so he assumed.Wendy shook her head, bluntly honest. She'd been out of circulation long enough that half the young elite in this city were strangers to her now.Seeing she wasn't joking, he choked out, indignant, "I'm Brandon Bennett. Eldest son of the Bennett family. Ring a bell now?"She thought