My expression turned serious, a cold edge settling over me
“I don’t want to waste another second arguing with you. You have one month to transfer the money to my account. If not, I’ll see you in court.”
A month. That was the final bit of decency I was willing to extend to Nicolas.
With a loud slam, I shut the building’s entrance door behind me without sparing him a single glance.
That night, I stretched out on my couch, stroking my cat as tried to unwind.
Suddenly, a notification popped up on my phone.
It was from Nicolas.
I opened the message to find a photo–one taken of me stepping out of Aaron’s car while Aaron held the door open. From the angle it was taken, it almost looked like he had his arm around me.
Nicolas‘ accompanying messages were as revolting as ever
“Claire Lowe, I admit I said a few things I shouldn’t have, but what you’re doing is even worse. You didn’t even break up with me before throwing yourself into someone else’s arms, huh?
“You were just waiting for me to mess up, weren’t you? Ready to jump ship the moment you had an excuse. This isn’t over.”
I locked my phone, the dark screen reflecting my icy expression.
How unbelievable.
Just when I thought he couldn’t sink any lower.
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docere
The next morning, I reached out to my lawyer friend to discuss my options. Since I had labeled the money transfer as a loan in the remarks, they assured me it would be an easy case to handle.
Sure enough, the day after that, Nicolas called me.
200
“You’re ruthless, Claire Lowe,” he spat through gritted teeth. “Fine, I’ll pay you back. Just wait.”
I smirked. “Got the court summons, huh? Good. Then keep your word and hurry up with the payment.”
The line went dead almost immediately.
With that resolved, I treated myself to a face mask, queued up my favorite show, and enjoyed a peaceful weekend
afternoon.
The exhaustion from the last few days must have caught up with me because I dozed off not long after.
When my phone rang, jolting me awake, I was still half–asleep and disoriented.
