<b>Chapter </b>6


    Ruby watched her storm out, her eyes calcting.


    Luke had sent her abroad to study, bought her an apartment, introduced her to high society life.


    And now he was divorcing Leah for her.


    First it was Leah, now it was her turn.


    If Leah could be Mrs. Harper, why couldn’t she?


    Two years ago, she’d knelt outside that mansion on the hilltop, staring at the luxury spread before her.


    Back then she’d thought, someday those doors would open for her.


    But bing Mrs. Harper wasn’t going to be as simple as she’d imagined.


    After Grandpa agreed, I had no chance to negotiate the divorce with Luke directly.


    I knew he’d gotten the news. I thought he’de find me right away to hash things out.


    But days passed, and he stayed holed up in Vegas.


    Worst case scenario, thew had my back. After two years of separation, either spouse could file for divorce unterally without the


    other’s consent.


    But I figured Luke and the Harper family wouldn’t just let it slide like that.


    If he agreed right now, the divorce would be over in a heartbeat.


    So I kept waiting.


    Finally, he pushed through the front door again.


    Small talk was pointless. <b>He </b>cut straight to the chase. “You walk away with nothing if we divorce. Is this just some tantrum?”


    Before our wedding, Grandpa had one demand–sign a prenup. If the marriage went south, I wouldn’t get a penny.


    Luke refused, but Grandpa wouldn’t budge either.


    He didn’t trust Luke and absolutely wouldn’t tie Harper Industries‘ massive interests to his personal feelings.


    Eventually, Lukepromised and used his own money to set up a trust fund for me.


    The trust belonged to me as pre marital property, containing cash, stocks, and real estate. After years of management and appreciation, it was now worth almost eight billion.


    Sure, eight billion was nothingpared to Harper Industries and the Harper family fortune.


    But back then<b>, </b>it was every liquid asset Luke could get his hands on after all the fighting.


    I didn’t want his money originally. He’dughed and told me, “Money gives a woman more security than any man ever could.”


    <b>13.21 </b>


    Hell <b>Yeah </b><b>Forget </b>the Other Women My Smart House Was Cheating <b>On </b>Me<b>!l </b>


    <b>17.4</b>%


    <b>He’d </b>made an ufortable prediction. “I might betray you someday, but money never will.”


    Married couples can be closest strangers, and no matter how much we’d loved each other, it didn’t stop us from being enemies now.


    I stared at him for a long time, remembering how crazy I’d been back then.


    That first year, my obsession with emotional purity had driven me to say the most vicious things to him.


    I’d told him to drop dead, to get hit by a truck and torn apart the next time he left the house.


    How dare he destroy my faith in love and still walk around so brazenly?


    At my lowest point, I’d gotten in my car nning to take him down with me. If we all went to hell together, at least the torture would


    end.


    But in my lucid moments, I had only one thought.


    Thank God we never had kids.


    Thank God that baby never came.


    I looked at him now. We’d said everything that needed saying. Only calm remained.


    “You should thank me. You won’t have to sneak around with women anymore.”


    Click. He lit a cigarette and studied me through the smoke. “True. Ruby thanks you too, for making room for her. Really generous of


    you.”


    I ignored his sarcasm. “It’s happening in three days. I hope-<b>” </b>


    He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. “Whatever.”


    After opening the door, he paused and looked back at me.


    “Leah<b>, </b>don’t regret this!”