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Blake strode away. I picked up the pen and signed my name with a decisive flourish.
Mr. Davis stood there, stunned. I smiled gently.
“Mr. Davis, if you’d be so kind.”
He nodded numbly, picked up the divorce agreement, put it in a file, and gave a respectful nod before leaving.
After receiving the housing contract from the agent, I began arranging for my luggage to be shipped out.
My phone continued to buzz with gossip about Blake’s proposal, but I couldn’t care less to read them.
With my luggage shipped, I booked a flight for tomorrow night.
Skylar Vance sent me another message then.
“Mrs. Sterling, oh, wait, that title will be mine soon.”
“Aria Hayes, I don’t like traces of other women in my home. Clean up your stuff.”
She was incredibly arrogant, sending a picture of the custom diamond ring Blake had bought her.
A massive rock of a diamond sat on her ring finger, dazzling. Her hand was cupped by another.
Blake truly did dote on her.
I picked up my one–carat wedding ring, finding it utterly laughable. With an open palm, I let it drop into the trash bin.
The housekeeper, Maria, approached, asking where I was going. I simply said I was stepping out. She looked a bit troubled.
“If Mr. Sterling asks, just tell him I went on a trip,”
I told her with a smile. Maria rubbed her apron for a long time before nodding.
My father’s ashes were buried in a cemetery on the outskirts of town. I sat before his tombstone with flowers, stroking the small photo on it.
I still remembered the day our company went bankrupt. My father had collapsed, and Blake just stood by, watching me struggle to help him.
He hadn’t even helped me call 911.
The doctor told me his chances of waking up were slim, and the daily medication was incredibly expensive. Blake had put his arm around my trembling shoulders.
10:01 AM
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“Moonlight, it’s okay. You still have me.”
His voice had been so gentle then. In that single moment, I forgave his countless betrayals.
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