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Blake finally recalled the events of five years ago, a memory he had buried deep within.
“How can this be… No, this doesn’t count, Laura! This doesn’t count!” he muttered, his voice trembling with
disbelief.
In a sudden burst of rage, he grabbed the divorce agreement and tore it to shreds, the papers fluttering to the
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ground like dying embers.
“Laura,” he growled, “I didn’t say it’s over, so don’t you dare think about leaving me!”
He couldn’t explain the obsession that gripped him, the primal refusal to let her go. Divorce? The very thought
was unthinkable.
Laura had been his constant for five years, obedient, devoted, and unwavering in her care. And now, she wanted to walk away?
His chest tightened as he inhaled deeply, his decision clear. He grabbed his phone and barked an order to his
assistant.
“Find Laura. I don’t care what it takes; I want her location within ten minutes!”
While Blake was turning Seattle upside down, I had already left. I had taken Riker back to my hometown, far away
from the chaos and memories that haunted me.
Nestled in the serenity of the countryside, I felt a peace I hadn’t known in years. The quiet surroundings brought me clarity and endless inspiration.
My phone remained off, severing every connection to the world I had left behind as I immersed myself in
preparing my design plans.
The next time Blake’s name reached my ears, it came from his assistant. Soren had found me.
He stood before me, his expression a mix of relief and hesitation. “Blake has been searching for you tirelessly.
He’s practically turned Seattle inside out trying to find you.”
Hearing this, I couldn’t suppress a bitter laugh. I picked up my phone, powered it on, and scrolled to the news notification I had seen earlier. Holding the screen toward Soren, I arched a brow.
“What does he want now? For me to attend his wedding?”
Soren faltered, his gaze dropping as he struggled to find the right words. “The president, he’s just…”
But even he couldn’t finish the thought.
Blake couldn’t make sense of his own actions. Every day, he tirelessly searched for me, asking about me the
moment he opened his eyes.
So why had he suddenly announced his wedding to Kendall at such a critical moment?
I shook my head, a wry smile playing on my lips. “There’s no need to explain for him, Soren. Let’s go.” I paused, then added calmly, “But do pass along a message.”
“Happy wedding.”
The words were simple, yet they carried a sincere weight. Despite the undignified end to our contract marriage, I
truly hoped he would find the happiness he sought.
Soren hesitated as though he wanted to say more, but Riker emerged just in time to send him off.
To Riker, those five years I had given to Blake were nothing but a business transaction, five years of my youth exchanged for five million dollars. With the deal concluded, freedom was supposed to be mine again.
But freedom proved fleeting.
Three days later, when I returned to Seattle, I found myself cornered at the airport.
Blake stood there like a shadow out of a dream, a black trench coat draped over his imposing frame. His expression was calm and cold, but his eyes betrayed him. They carried a weight, a storm of emotions he couldn’t
hide.
For the first time, all eyes were on me. The bustling crowd surrounded me, their gazes varying, some curious,
others filled with envy.
But despite all the attention, I had never been the leading lady in Blake’s life.
He raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with mockery. “So, you know how to come back, huh?”
I met hic 0 Rovering “I think I still have the right to choose where I go ”
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I met his gaze, unwavering. “I think I still have the right to choose where I go.”
His lips twisted in frustration. “You’re my wife. If you don’t come home, where else would you go?”
I scoffed, my patience thinning. “Wife? That was just a contract, Blake. It ended a long time ago, and the divorce agreement has already been set into motion. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
He fell silent, his brow furrowing as the weight of my words settled.
“It’s just the contract ending,” he said finally. “We can always continue it. How much do you want? Five million? Ten million? Name your price.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve already sold myself for five years, Blake. I’m done with that life. No more being tied down, no more having my world revolve around you. I’ve had enough.”
“From the very start, we shouldn’t have even been involved. Now that the contract is over, it’s time for us both to
move on and reclaim our lives.”
