I smiled and pushed the two of them onto the stage, offering my blessing
“Congrats to you both on landing the endorsement and having your Disney baby,”
The paparazzi immediately shoved microphones in jazon and Ivy’s faces,
“Mr. Cullen, is what Mrs. Cullen said true? Are you really having a love child with this woman?”
Ivy pretended to hide behind Jazon while craning her neck out, desperately trying to get her face in the shrn.
A flash of smugness crossed her eyes,
After tonight, Mrs. Cullen’s position would be hers for the taking
Jaxon’s face went deathly pale, his gaze falling on my bare ring fingers
“Harley, did you have too much to drink and accidentally lose your ring? Yeah, you must be drunk…”
“You doing this–the company’s stock price…”
I smiled brightly:
“What’s that got to do with me? My lawyer just informed me that I’ve sold off all my shares. From now on, Mr. Cullen’s flying solo.”
Jaxon tried to reach for me but was blocked by the wall of paparazzi.
“Harley, about this baby–I can explain. Will you let me explain?”
Ivy reached out, clinging to Jazon’s waist, crying: “Mr. Cullen, let our love finally see the light of day.”
The man who was always so proper in public completely lost his composure, loudly telling Ivy to shut up.
Ivy shrank back behind Jazon in shame, tears streaming, refusing to show her face.
My phone rang–my old friend calling to tell me my ride was waiting outside the venue.
I grabbed my purse and headed out.
“Harley! After all these years together, how can you just walk away without hearing one word of explanation!”
The man’s angry shouting behind me made me frown.
A flash of disgust crossed my eyes: “Stop being so damn emotional.”
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Merew You, Eat My New Life’s 11otter That Your Money!
Chapter 5
The day I miscarried, the nurse called Jazon over 60 times and couldn’t reach him.
When I checked my phone, I saw his social media post patiently rubbing Ivy’s stomach for her period cramps.
After getting discharged, still bleeding, I stormed to his office.
Like a madwoman, I dragged him into a screaming match in front of everyone.
Back then, Jaxon had brushed me off the same way.
Now the tables had turned, and for the first time I saw genuine shock and hurt in his eyes.
“Nothing to explain. I left the divorce papers in the nightstand drawer. My lawyer will handle the rest with you.”
Ignoring the man’s devastated expression, I walked out decisively.
What surprised me was my driver to the airport-
The man in my line of sight was leaning against a black Rolls–Royce, broad shoulders, a cigar between his fingers flickering in the wind.
Hearing footsteps, he turned to look at me, his gaze unexpectedly intense and direct.
‘Harley.”
He stubbed out the cigarette, composed himself, and smiled: “Long time no see. Hope I’m not overstepping by coming to pick you up.”
Dash Smith–the only rich kid among all the party boys who actually held real power. Inherited his father’s business at 18, fought his way to the top to secure his position as head of the conglomerate.
f we’re talking about who came first, I’d known Dash longer.
All these years, he’d send holiday greetings–never said much more. But it never failed to make Jaxon insanely ealous.
At first I’d laugh and reassure Jaxon he was overthinking it.
Until Dash renamed his conglomerate “Harley & Dash.”
When reporters asked about the name change, he said straight up:
‘Harley Sinclair–what I said when I was sixteen still stands.”
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