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The untouchable heiress he regret losing - Chapter 34


Chapter 34




False Expectations

Zane’s POV

I was so tense having left Ridgeview without knowing who secretly recorded me or what they intended to do with the video. I sat in my office seat, fists and jaw clenched, thinking of my next line of action when Zara appeared in front of me.

Her presence jolted something deep inside me that I was too stunned to speak, and I could only smile as she asked me out to lunch.

Could she have been the one who followed me? She probably saw what I was building and wants to get back with me? Zara was too smart to show up out of nowhere for lunch if it wasn’t for a reason. That could only be the verifiable reason as to why she would want to eat lunch with me after avoiding me like a plague since she came back.

I picked up my suit and obeyed her every instruction as we dashed out to our favorite rooftop bistro. She had constantly taken that place to be her favorite when we were newlyweds. She probably wanted to stir up old memories and emotions. Who was I to resist such an invitation?

While we ate, I scanned her face, waiting for her to spill the reason why she invited me out for lunch, as Ridgeview, and that she was the one who sent me the video, but she was just quiet and focused on her food. I assumed she was shy or didn’t know how she would present the case.

Then I decided to cook a story that would help us reopen the closed chapter of our lives. Our marriage.

“There is something else I must tell you,” I said softly, staring deep into her eyes, and dropped my cutlery.

“We never really divorced, Zara. The papers were forged.”

I said, waiting patiently for her reply.

I assumed choking on her wine and grabbing her water was part of the act, so I smiled calmly, waiting for her to finally become comfortable. Surprisingly, she didn’t get the cue.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I wondered how long I had to keep this up to get her to spill and admit the fact that she wants me back, too.

“It means, technically, you’re still Mrs Wesley. My wife.”

As she kept the questions going, I knew I had to keep going too till she was done with the act.

“It’s just as you heard, Zara. We were never divorced,” I leaned back into my chair comfortably.

“I was also deceived. The lawyer I used turned out to be a fake who was just after quick money.” I continued.

Then her phone dinged, and she looked at it.

And to my utter surprise, she shot me a burning gaze as though she could pounce on me at any moment.

Was this still part of the act, or had I misunderstood her from the beginning?

“You must be so miserable to think you can lie about our divorce just to get back with me.”

I blinked fast and looked around, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

“You’re sick. Really sick,” she added.

“You must still think I’m that gullible, ever-believing Zara you exploited years ago, right?”

“I’m not your wife, and I will never be. Not now, not ever.

My smile faded into a thin line with confusion written all over my face.

“Zara.. wait, I–” I stuttered as I reached for her hands.

But she pulled away immediately and rose to leave.

I had never been so stunned and confused in my entire life.

Did I just mess up my chance at getting back with Zara? Or was it because of the text message she received?



Back in my office, the silence was unbearable. The happenings of the afternoon kept replaying in my head like a song on repeat. I closed the door and poured myself a drink.

Maybe I had gone too far in playing games with Zara. I thought if she believed she was still legally bound to me, she would have come out of her shell and asked if we could get back together.

A knock shook the door. It was more aggressive than soft. I could almost guess who it was.

Elora opened it and stepped in. I closed my eyes, not wanting another drama in just one day. She wore one of those designer clothes I got for her as a wedding gift. What was she playing at?

“So…rough day?” she said as she took a step forward until she perched on the edge of my desk.

I didn’t have the patience for her word games. “What do you want, Elora?”

“Oh, nothing serious. I was just curious…where did you go this morning?”

My jaw tensed as I dropped the cup of liquor I held in my hand.

“Nowhere, I came straight to the office.”

“Ah..” she nodded and smiled cunningly. “Are you sure?” she continued.

“Because I asked your secretary and she said you came in some minutes before 1:00 pm. That does not sound like morning to me. Or does it?”

My stomach twisted. This snake of a woman!

“And I was wondering…” she said, as she slid her phone across the table to where I was. She tapped it a few times, and a video popped up.

“Is this…you?” she asked with a smirk on her lips.

My eyes shot up to hers. “How the hell did you get this?”

She let out a bitter laugh as she clapped her hands.

“I’ve always wondered where you usually snuck off to whenever you weren’t in the office during office hours.”

“So, you’ve been hiding an entire estate from me? And I suspect you do not want anyone to find out about this.”

She leaned in closer. “Especially your father.”

“Don’t you dare, Elora!” I thundered at her as I reached out to grab her phone, but she was quicker than I.

“Not so fast, pretty boy,” she stiffened then chuckled.

She took her seat and crossed her legs slowly and deliberately.

“Whatever I do with this video is totally up to you.”

My eyes darkened. “What do you want, Elora?”

“I want the one thing I have ever wanted from you. To be my husband!”

“Stop chasing that Zara girl around and just be my fucking husband..”

“But, I’m your husband. Aren’t I?” I asked, feigning cluelessness.

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean, Zane.”

She then got up.

“I’ll leave you to think about it. I’d probably know your answer in the way you treat me going forward.”

And with that, she walked towards the door, but turned and winked at me like the venomous snake she was.

I stood in the middle of my office, fists tightened and rage rising inside me. Everything seemed to be getting out of control.

Zara was mad at me because I misunderstood her and lied to her.

Elora found my weak spot and can now blackmail me.

And I became trapped in the web I spun myself.

But if they thought Zane Wesley was going to go down without a fight, then they were both sorely mistaken.






Chapter 35


A Game of Dark Minds

Leo’s POV

The boardroom of Wesley Group was saddled with quiet tension when the meeting commenced. Although it was well anticipated, as this wasn’t the usual meeting but a proposal meeting for the upcoming sixtieth anniversary of Wesley group.

All managers, directors, and investors have gathered, faces sharp and battle-ready.

It was the first meeting since Zara and I were welcomed into Wesley group, so there were a few head turns here and there towards us.

It wasn’t my first time in the board room, though. I had often come with my father, Brad, to watch how to be a leader and learn how to pitch to investors. Those were the only valuable things I learnt from him.

I glanced briefly at Zara seated beside, and as always, she was calm and collected as she rhythmically tapped on her tablet.

Zane and Elora came in hand in hand and took their seat. That was strange because the report Kelvin had been giving was that they were at loggerheads since Zara came back and drove a wedge between them. Maybe that was just a facade for the public. Understandable.

“Shall we begin?” the meeting moderator said.

Everyone straightened up and opened their proposal files.

“You’re all welcome to the annual proposal meeting for the Wesley group Anniversary,” he continued. “It’s a privilege, ladies and gentlemen, to be approaching a great milestone such as the sixtieth anniversary of this great group.”

“And as we have always done, to mark the celebration of our anniversary, we would be accepting, reconstructing, and debunking proposals that would be submitted in this meeting. And the winning proposals would be selected to guide the execution of our anniversary events and dinner.”

He turned towards the direction of Zara and me.

“But before we continue, there are new and notable people joining us for the first time, and it would be a great dishonour not to recognize these distinguished lady and gentleman.”

“Kindly welcome Mr Leo Armstrong and Miss Zara Smith, heir and heiress to Armstrong Technology Ltd and Smith Holdings”.

They all clapped and nodded their heads in recognition of us, but I couldn’t help but notice Elora’s burning gaze with her arms folded, and Zane’s tired applause. I smirked.

“Let’s start with Mr Leo Armstrong,” the entire board turned to look at me.

I cleared my throat and buttoned up my suit.

“Wesley group would be celebrating her anniversary but this shouldn’t just be a celebration but one that increases our visibility, reinvigorates public trust, confidence, and further reinforces the values and heritage we stand for as a group,” I started. Heads nodded in agreement.

“I propose we host a fashion show featuring all our subsidiary clothing and fashion brands, both displaying our cultural heritage, values, and obviously, visibility for these brands. This luxury fashion show would also act as a fundraising platform, streamed globally, and could receive partnerships with charities. I believe it’s time Wesley reinvents its image as the group that gives back to the public.”

“So, who will lead this project?” someone asked from the right side of the table.

“I recommend Zara Smith,” I said smoothly, turning my head toward her. She lifted her chin with a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

“She has the experience and image the media reckons with. She also runs the new fashion brand that has been added to Wesley Group.”

“No one better represents reinvention like Zara Smith, who has built herself from scratch and gotten a good and rising image from the same city that wrote her off three years ago.” I continued.

Zane adjusted in his seat uncomfortably as Zara gazed at me with a smile.

A few heads nodded in agreement, but then came the voice of discord.

“I think that’s very premature and unprofessional,” Elora said, face stiffened.

“I mean, she just came back from wherever she went,” she narrowed her eyes as she continued, “...after doing whatever she did.”

“The public has never known or seen her as one of the faces of Wesley Group. She is currently the face of Smith Holdings, which she is even still trying to rule.”

“Won’t this be confusing to the public?”

“I say we reconsider that myopic proposal and move forward.”

“I agree with Mrs Wesley,” one of the directors said, nodding her head.

“She only just became a director in Wesley group. I’d say we let her engage in lower projects and gain public approval first before putting her in the spotlight,” she continued and winked at Elora when she was done.

I let out a soft laugh. They didn’t have to make their scheme so obvious. They didn’t know I knew the game so well, and this wasn’t my first time dealing with the dark minds of Wesley Group. But all the while, Zane was quiet as he heard Elora speak against Zara. That was a scene I didn’t quite understand.

I looked at Elora unfazed.

“You would have been right only if you did your research before coming for this meeting.”

I signalled to my assistant, and he passed some papers around, which each member collected and scanned.

“What you see in the paper you’re all holding are screenshots of the comment section on Wesley’s social media handles. Particularly in the clothing section.”

“Why are all the designs the same?”

“We can tell who made them.”

“I need a new concept for summer this year!”

“God forbid a brand chooses to be dynamic.”

The comments read.

“Any literate person going through these comments would rightly ascertain that the public we are looking to serve is longing for something new and different from the usual designs and feeling Wesley has been serving for over fifty-nine years.”

After a beat, another director spoke up.

“I understand Mr Leo’s claims as they are even supported with evidence to back them up. But I suggest we merge the old faces and the new faces. This is so that our customers would be able to identify us as Wesley group while encountering innovations.”

After a bear, the chairman of the meeting spoke up.

“That’s acceptable. Zara will lead the project while also providing designs. Elora will be part of the team and submit collections by the end of the month. We would be expecting different designs from you both. Thank you.”

I smiled as I watched Elora roll her eyes continuously.

We took other proposals, and the meeting came to an end.

As the boardroom closed behind us, our victory echoed with every step we took. I stole a glance at Zara—her slightly curled lips and enchanting smile were almost enough to make me forget we were in enemy territory. Almost.






Chapter 36

Pretend Lovers, Real Heat

Zara’s POV

Later that night at the house

A light, too bright, shone through the window, so I had to use my hands to shield my eyes.

“Leo?” I called out, confused. “Did you order something?”

He didn’t answer.

I went over to the window to check who it might be.

Oh shit.

It was my Dad.

I bent a little lower to avoid being seen from outside as I walked briskly to where Leo was. His ears were plugged, which explained why he didn’t hear me the first time.

He saw me rushing towards him and took off his earpods, looking at me with furrowed brows.

“Zara?”

“What are you doing? He asked.

“We have a situation,” I said, voice shaking.

He narrowed his eyes. “What situation?”

“My Dad is here.”

“What?!”

He immediately started scanning the room, eyes bulging.

“He’s still outside. He just drove in. ”

“What do we do?”

“ And you didn’t give me a heads-up?”

“I literally just found out, Leo. He gave me zero warning. I saw him through the window. He should be heading towards the front door by now. ”

“Shit,” Leo said as he darted towards his room, the laundry room, grabbed his blanket, locked the room, and kept the key in his pocket. He then ran up the stairs to put the blanket in my room.

Panic flared in my chest as I thought of how I’d lie to Father, who had been nothing but good to me, all over again.

Leo came running back down.

“Okay…so…we act cool and normal, okay?”

He didn’t waste any more time, but dragged me by the hand like we were escaping a crime scene and took me to the couch. I landed on him, between his legs, as he landed on the couch. It was his fault for being that fast.

“Sorry,” I said, blinking fast.

“No, Zara, we have to maintain this position. Make it look real, isn’t it?”

He said as he removed his shirt and threw it to the back of the couch. My stomach dropped, and my lips parted.

“Did you really have to—”

Then the doorbell rang, interrupting us.

I took in a long breath and exhaled.

“Come in, the door is open.”

My Dad walked in with a big grin that dimmed when he saw us in that seemingly romantic position.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, lovebirds. I shouldn’t have come…,” he turned his back, facing the door.

“No, no, Dad. It’s not what you think…I mean, it is… but not that…”

I stammered as I got up from the couch.

He laughed softly.

“I understand Zara. I’ll just come back another time. You can continue what you were doing with…” he laughed again.

“You’re welcome to join us, Mr Smith,” Leo said, standing up.

Welcome to join us?

I looked at Leo, confused.

He intentionally did not look back at me.

“Oh yes, Dad. Please join us, since you’re here already,” I grinned in pretence.

“Ah, that’s great. I’d love that.”

My Dad walked in front while Leo and I followed him at the back.

My Dad sat on the single couch and relaxed into it while I took my seat on the bigger couch. Leo joined me a second later, snaking his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled into his arm for further convincing.

“Have you had dinner, Dad?”

“Oh no, my dear. I came straight from the office and just decided to say hello before going home.”

“Okay, Dad. We were just about to have dinner too. Please join us,”

I pointed towards the dining table and rose from the couch, pulling Leo behind me.

As we sat at the table and munched on our dinner, Leo and I continued stealing glances at each other to make sure we were still in line with the unwritten script.

“Zara, dear,”

My Dad finally broke the silence.

“Yes, Dad,”

I said as I dropped my cutlery and wiped my mouth.

He cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat uncomfortably, like he was about to deliver bad news.

“I’m happy you’re back to take up your legacy, but as CEO, I can’t ignore the murmurs behind sealed glasses and closed doors in the company about how I allowed my daughter to come from nowhere to rule the company.”

“ I know you’re competent. Aside from being the daughter I taught as a kid, you have built your credible empire, but the workers need to see it for themselves. That indeed you’re capable of leading them when I’m gone,” he continued.

“I know, Dad. I wasn’t expecting you to just hand me your seat. I’d prove to everyone that I’m worth every respect and seat I would like.”

I assured him.

Just then, before he could reply, there was a sharp thunder sound, causing a heavy rain to pour.

I blinked, my heart beating loudly. I hadn’t always been a fan of thunderstorms, lightning and heavy rain. They just made me afraid. My mother was the one I always ran to in times like this. And Zane when I was married but over the years, I had no choice but to run under my duvet and shut my eyes tightly.

“Well…” my Dad said as he looked out the window.

“It looks like I will be spending the night here, guys.”

I froze at the sound of that.

Shit.

Leo was quick to recover.

“Of course, Mr Smith. You’re welcome to stay with us.”

I shot him a darting gaze with my eyes bulging, but he did a thing with his eye that said, “What else would you have me say?”

“I wouldn’t love to intrude, so I’d take the couch,” my Dad said.

“No, you don’t have to, sir…I’ll take the touch,” Leo said immediately.

“Yes, Dad. I added. We could share my room.”

He looked at me, shocked, and for a moment, I thought he had caught on to our act.

“I couldn’t possibly come between two lovers, can I?”

I let out a long breath in relief.

“So you two go upstairs and go to bed. I’d be fine here.”

We looked at each other and back at my Dad, unsure of what to do or how we were going to sleep together in one room.

“O..ok..okay, Dad. Goodnight,”

I managed to say.

Leo and I walked slowly and wordlessly to my room, with my heartbeat echoing loudly.

When we shut the door behind us and stepped in, the awkward reality set in. My palms suddenly became sweaty as if this wasn’t the same room I came home to every day. The bed suddenly looked much smaller than I remembered it to be.

Leo, not wasting any more time, grabbed two pillows and placed them in the middle of the bed. Then he turned to me.

“You didn’t expect I’d sleep on the floor, right?”

I laughed nervously.

“Of course not.”

“I’ll stay on the left side. No funny business,” he said, pointing to the left side of the bed.

“Okay. Sure,”

I replied as I moved to my side after turning off the lights.

We both lay down on our different sides, but the truth was that as the night lingered on and we lay under the same duvet, I wasn’t worried. I was restless. It suddenly didn’t feel like a usual night. Every time he shifted, I became aware of him again, his breathing pace, his smell.

I turned my back to him and stared at the dark until thunder sounded.

I didn’t know when I screamed and jumped over to Leo’s side.

When I came back to reality, I was directly on top of him, my lip collapsed into his, and I could hear the fast rhythm of his heart.

We unknowingly held that position for a short while till we both pulled away.

“I…I’m…so..sorry,” I stammered.

“It’s okay,” he said, wiping his lips.

“I didn’t know the almighty Zara was scared of a little thunder.”

It was dark, but I could bet I saw his wicked smirk.

“Oh, please. We all have something we are afraid of.”

He was silent.

I returned to my position and shut my eyes tightly again, hoping I’d sleep this time, but I couldn’t get the scene of my lips collapsing on his out of my head.

And for a minute, an uninvited thought slid into my mind.

I shut my eyes tight again to force it out.

It was all fake.

All of it.

Right?






Chapter 37


“I’d Divorce Her For You”

Zara’s POV

“You guys kissed?!” Mia screamed.

“Shhhh…Someone might hear you!” I said, placing my index finger on my lips.

“Girl! This is straight out of a Wattpad fantasy.” A wide grin on her face followed.

Looking like she still wanted to scream, she pressed her hands against her lips tightly to avoid it.

“And it wasn’t a kiss,” I continued in defence.

She smirked and looked me in the eye. “If it wasn’t a kiss, what was it, Zara?”

I looked sideways, eyes raking my office as though the answer to her question was written somewhere on the wall.

“Well…” I cleared my throat. “It was just my lips collapsing into his. A kiss would be more…” I placed my fingers on my lips, unknowingly caressing them. “More intentional, tongue intertwining, hot and desperate enough to–”

“Are we still talking about a kiss here?” She asked with furrowed brows and folded arms that made me snap back into reality.

I didn't know why I had still been unable to get it out of my head. I knew telling Mia about it would be a mistake, considering how often she makes fun of me, but I just needed to let it out.

She narrowed her eyes on me. “Did something else happen, Zara?”

“Of course not!. We have rules, you know, and we don't even like each other. He said this is pure business and that's what we’re calling it.”

“Besides, it’s just a one-time thing because my Dad had to crash at our place.”

“But how on earth did you survive pretending to be madly in love with and sleeping next to a smoking hot and shirtless billionaire in the middle of a thunderstorm?” She asked.

I blinked at her, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

“You must be enjoying this, Mia,” I finally said.

She laughed softly. “Don't be hard on yourself, girl... We all need an emotional break once in a while.”

“And I don’t mind seeing you and Leo make this real,” she whispered.

I shot her a burning gaze. “ What did you say?” I asked, pretending not to have heard what she said.

She threw her hands up in the air. “Nothing, boss.” She brought them down and continued to laugh.

“The last thing I need is for any man to distract me from pursuing my goals. The last time I did that, look where it got me?” I let out a deep breath.

“I understand, Zara. Just take it easy on yourself. And I’m here to receive all your burdens,” she said, chin high.

“You mean you're here to laugh at me.” I scoffed.

“Well…that too.” She laughed again but immediately stopped.

I looked at her, wondering why she suddenly stopped laughing.

Zane had walked in, and I wondered how long he had been there. Mia’s eyes went wide, also wondering the same thing. She turned to the desk to open a file she was clearly pretending to read.

I sincerely hoped Zane hadn’t heard the pretense story, too.

“What do you want, Zane?” I asked, my face expressionless.

He looked at Mia and back at me, and that was Mia’s cue to leave us, even though the last thing I wanted was to be left alone with Zane Wesley.

She left and shut the door behind her.

Zane moved closer and took his seat opposite mine.

“Zara…I’m sorry for last time. It was a misunderstanding. I thought…”

“Why are you always regretting your actions?” I cut in.

“Don't you ever think before doing or saying stuff?”

He blinked, shut his eyes, then opened them. “That was clearly unintentional. I thought you wanted to get back with me, so I thought I’d set the pace to make it easy for you.”

I laughed as I clapped my hands together. “Get back with you?”

“By what notion did you get that impression, Zane?”

“Wasn’t my answer clear enough to you a few days ago?”

“That I would never forget the evil things you did to me when I was your wife!”

“And now you justify lying your way to get me back?”

“Pathetic!”

He exhaled a deep breath that he had clearly been keeping in for a long time.

“Zara, I have never stopped loving you. I was also manipulated by Elora. She came to me. She made me get her pregnant, and with that, I had to take responsibility. This is what I had been meaning to tell you if you’d just give me a chance.”

“Zane, are you even hearing yourself speak? You're fucking married to Elora!”

“So you want to turn me into a mistress. Is that it?”

“No, no, Zara. I’d divorce her for you. I had been planning to do so for a while now. I’m gathering dirt on her currently. When I find enough evidence to prove that our marriage has irretrievably broken down, we’d be instantly divorced.” He said, with puppy eyes, taking my hands in his.

Just then, another idea to ruin him dropped into my mind. I couldn't possibly let him carry on his strategic marriage when he ruined mine. He didn't deserve love, peace, or a family after what he did to me. He was the reason I had no child to call my own, nor a husband.

“You’ll divorce her? Really?” I asked.

He blinked and nodded his head quickly like a child ready to eat.

“Okay,” I said to him, feigning a smile with true intentions.

“Does that mean you’re accepting my proposal?” His eyes widened.

“I can't promise you anything yet.” I folded my arms and looked away.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’d do all I can to divorce Elora. You won’t have to wait too long.” He grinned so hard that I wanted to burst out in laughter at his stupidity.

I loved that. Being the one in control. Giving him a taste of his own medicine. The next time he thought of betraying someone’s trust in him, he would think again.

Then suddenly, we heard a little voice that came from outside.

“Mum? Why are you standing there?”

My eyes widened. That sounded like Lucas. 






Chapter 38
 

Behind Closed Doors

Elora’s POV

Coincidentally finding myself in the hallway leading to Zara’s office led to the worst turn of events.

I saw Zane check his reflection in the mirrored wall outside Zara’s office before running his hand through his perfectly styled jet black hair. I smiled, thinking he was on his way to me to finally appease me or apologize for the recent events, but my smile was immediately wiped off when I saw him head towards Zara’s office.

That snake!

I followed quietly at his back until I saw him enter her office, and Zara’s assistant left there a minute after.

I froze, my back pressed to the chill wall, wondering how he dared to chase her in broad daylight when any of the office workers could clearly see them.

There was a sharp pang in my chest as I thought of all the possibilities that could go on in her office between the two of them.

Then I tiptoed to the front of her door and placed my ear gently on the door to hear something implicating.

He started begging her. I was star-struck at the fact that he could apologize to her for telling a lie, but he didn’t have any words to say to me after he called another woman’s name in bed.

I shut my eyes and tilted my head in disbelief at what I was hearing. That was so unlike Zane.

Most times, when we fought at home, I was always the first one to come down from my high horse to apologize, and sometimes, little Lucas would have to intervene.

How could he be so cruel?

I inched closer, making sure my heels were silent enough not to reveal my presence.

Then I heard it.

“I’d divorce her for you.”

My heart stopped. My head spiralled and everything went to a blur. Their voices started to filter faintly through my ears.

Did I hear that right? A divorce?

I clenched my fists so tightly that my manicured nails dug a crescent shape into my red palms. Every second after hearing that felt like hell.

I couldn’t hear it all, but what I heard was enough to know he still wanted her, and he couldn’t care less about me.

Then a familiar voice called out to me, which snapped me back into reality.

“Mum? Why are you standing there?”

I wanted to hurry over to Lucas to cover his mouth in hopes of hearing more from the two conniving snakes behind the door where I stood, but it was too late.

Zane flung the door open and parted his lips with widened eyes.

The pitiful emotions I felt now turned to rage as I raised my hands and landed a slap across his face, not caring that our son watched us.

He held his cheek with his left hand and shot me a burning look, with red eyes.

“How dare you? And in front of my son?”

With fury in my voice. “And I’ll do it a thousand times again! Because you didn’t think about your son when you decided to go meet your ex-wife, telling her of how you would divorce your current wife just to be with her!”

“Hell, you didn’t even flinch at the idea of doing it at the office. What if anyone else saw or heard you?” I asked, my voice shaking and tears threatening to fall.

“Do you have any idea what damage that could do, Zane?” I screamed.

“And you…” I said, turning to Zara.

“You must really be enjoying this, right?”

She showed no remorse but turned her face away from me. I scoffed in utter disgust.

“Don’t you have a fiancé? What do you want to gain by playing with two men, huh?”

I tilted my head. “I actually don’t give a fuck about your unfortunate fiance but leave my husband out of whatever game you’ve got going on. Leave him out of this!”

Seeing how she still ignored me like I was speaking to the air, I charged towards her like a hungry and angry lion, but in my steps, I got held back by Zane, so he took the hit instead.

“What the hell is going on here?” A voice questioned, and I turned to look back. It was that fiancé of hers.

I moved over to him.

“Well, I’ll tell you,” I said, my voice sharp enough to cut into his skin.

“Your bitch over there can’t seem to stop stealing every man she comes across,” I said, pointing towards her.

He rolled his eyes and looked at Zane with rage in his eyes when I was the one who had the right to be angry.

“Zane, what is this?”

“I did not invest in your company and bring in a trusted brand owner just to be disrespected like this. And definitely not during working hours, where employees can see and listen in on your unintelligent conversations.”

So it was Leo who brought Zara here? All these while, I thought it was Zane intentionally bringing her back into our lives, since she came back successful.

Nevertheless, that didn’t matter now. Not after hearing the horrible thing he planned on doing to me.

Zane bowed his head like he was ashamed of me, and I scoffed one more time, brushing my hair to the back.

“I’m sorry for the commotion caused. It won’t happen again.”

Sorry for the commotion caused? The absurdity of the scene was strong enough to make me gasp for air. Did Leo have something special on him?

Before I could say anything else, Zane pulled me by the hand and dragged me outside her office as I looked back at both of them, firm and unflinching.

I yanked my hands from Zane.

“ Divorce, really?” I scoffed.

“Elora…I…” he stuttered.

“We’ll talk more when we get home,” I said and turned my back to him, and I moved to take Lucas’ hands and lead him away from the scene I didn’t mean for him to see.

Then Lucas asked.

“Mum? Are you and Dad getting a divorce?”





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