Getting My First Love After Divorce Chapter 3

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Lucian’s expression froze for a moment, his eyes flashing with panic before he quickly tried to cover it up. “Whose name did I call?” 

“Couldn’t make it out. It was too muffled.” 

He visibly relaxed but immediately tried to pull me closer again. 

“Can’t hear clearly? Then how do you know I wasn’t calling you?” 

I felt a wave of disgust rise up. 

I stepped back slightly, my voice colder than before. “I said I didn’t hear clearly to spare your pride. You know exactly who you were calling.” 

His face tightened, a flicker of guilt crossing his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a forced calm. 

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He furrowed his brows and snapped, “Selene, why are you so paranoid all the time? You were suspicious when Grace was interning here, too. Are you really that bored? You have all this time to think these things up. Why don’t you use it to better yourself?” 

I nearly laughed out loud. 

“Mr. Blake, you’ve probably forgotten who was there when you were struggling to build this company, haven’t you?” 

The mention of the past seemed to hit a nerve. His face darkened instantly. 

“Selene, what are you trying to say? You’re claiming credit for my success now?” 

I had always been content standing behind him, silently supporting him as he climbed higher. 

But hearing him dismiss everything I had done for him really stung. 

I turned to walk away, but before I could, he grabbed my arm, holding me back. 

“I’m not done talking. What’s with that attitude?” 

I stumbled, losing my balance and crashing into the glass coffee table. My arm scraped across it, leaving a trail of blood. 

At the sight, his anger seemed to evaporate, replaced with concern. “Selene, are you okay?” 

Just as he moved to help me, a knock on the door interrupted. He quickly pulled his hands away and retreated to his desk. 

I got to my feet slowly, feeling a cold emptiness settle in my chest. 

Standing in the doorway was Marina, her face lit with a flirtatious smile. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?” 

I didn’t even glance at her as I walked past, ignoring her completely. 

Back at my desk, a colleague leaned in, whispering with a mix of curiosity and judgment. 

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“Did you see that? Mr. Blake put the new assistant’s desk right outside his office. Every time he looks up, he’ll see her. Wow, that’s pretty obvious.” 

“Yeah, too obvious.” I half–listened, my thoughts elsewhere. 

I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message to my lawyer: [Prepare a divorce agreement for me. Do it fast.]