He always made sure I witnessed <b>these </b>moments, doing everything possible to push me toward divorce, yet refusing to actually
divorce me himself.
His reasoning was simple<b>. </b>“She’s young and naive. Fun to keep around<b>, </b>but who’d seriously marry her? You’re enough for Mrs.
Harper.”
<b>I </b>nced around the room, then left my driver behind with instructions to bring Luke hometer.
After a polite nod, I turned and walked out.
I’d barely reached the door when Ruby blocked my path.
The eighteen–year–old girl from two years ago was only twenty now, still fresh–faced and lively.
She was slightly breathless, her voice soft.
“Mrs. Harper, I’m sorry. I never meant to wreck your marriage. I tried to leave, tried to forget, but I can’t.”
“I can’t forget Luke. I love him so much, but please believe me–I honestly never wanted to destroy your family.”
“Luke and I… we just met toote. If he’d met me first, I would’ve been Mrs. Harper…”
“Sorry, that came out wrong. Look, I’m really trying to apologize here. If there’s a next life, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”
“But in this life, I can’t give Luke back to you. I’m sorry.”
I looked her up and down. Two years ago, she could only afford thirty–dor outfits. Now she was head–to–toe in understated luxury brands, wearing shoes worth three years of her old retail sry.
Plenty of girls get their Cindere moment. I used to be one. Now it was Ruby’s turn.
I didn’t speak, didn’t think she deserved
my
words.
I wouldn’t waste time trying to appeal to some mistress’s morals or conscience.
If she understood what morality meant, she wouldn’t be so thrilled about being someone’s kept woman.
“Just divorce Luke!” Her voice followed me. “Set him free!”
Meanwhile, inside the room, everyone exchanged nces. Someone finally worked up the nerve to address Luke’s icy expression.
“Luke, aren’t you gonna chase after your wife? When women get pissed, they talk divorce.”
Luke stared at the photo of that two hundred thousand dor check on his phone, lost in thought.
After a long pause, heughed. “Divorce wouldn’t be so bad. No strings attached, right?”
Luke Harper was thest person in the Harper family to hear about Leah’s divorce ns.
When he got the news, he barely looked up at the messenger. “You’re kidding, right<b>?</b>”
His sister Sophia exaggerated dramatically.
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“What kidding? Grandpa already agreed to it. Besides, you’ve been making a mess of this house for two years just to get divorced,
haven’t you?”
“If you ask me, good riddance. Men always get tired of their old wives eventually.” She leaned across the table, getting all conspiratorial. “June’s still waiting for you, you know. All these years and she never got married. <b>If </b>you divorce, maybe give her a
shot?”
Sophia had her heart set on who should be her sister–inw–June Cross–since childhood, but then Leah came out of nowhere and ruined everything.
The day Luke got married, she was so pissed she could barely fake a smile while handing over that wedding gift.
Poor June had channeled all her heartbreak into ambition ever since, rejecting every man and turning into a total workaholic.
Luke rubbed his temples and told her to get lost. Sophia grabbed her bag and clomped toward the door in her heels.
On her way out, she ran straight into Ruby, who maybe had overheard their conversation because she still had a smile she hadn’t quite wiped off her face yet.
Sophia crossed her arms and grinned wickedly.
“Wow, that grin’s so wide you look like a Venus flytrap about to eat someone. Even if Leah divorced him eighteen times, you’d never get to be my sister–inw.”
Ruby didn’t flinch, her tone staying sweet. “Then who would? Your friend June? She seems even more delusional.”
Sophia pped sarcastically.
“Typical homewrecker move–shameless as theye. You’re not even fit to shine June’s shoes!”