That night, Nate sat on the kitchen floor the entire night.
It was the first time he’d ever hit rock bottom like that.
No matter how late he came home before, there was always a light on for him.
Always someone sitting on the couch, waiting quietly.
Now?
Nothing.
Just a huge, empty house, and him–waiting alone for the sun to rise.
The next day, Nate didn’t even bother to change clothes.
He went straight to the office.
When he opened the door, my desk had already been cleared.
Spotless.
Painfully spotless.
On top of it, a thin file sat silently.
Like Pandora’s box, just waiting to be opened.
His hands trembled as he picked it up.
And there it was, bold and undeniable:
“The couple has irreconcilable differences and no chance of reconciliation.”
“Both parties have agreed to a voluntary divorce and signed the following terms…”
Husband: Nate Cole
“Wife Sophia Harr
“So, you’re really walking away from me.”
Nate let out a bitter laugh, but his eyes were already red.
SCROW YOUR EX: Mr.
Chapter 8
He’d thought about leaving a hundred times.
But he never thought-
That the one who’d make the call first…
Would be me.
And he definitely didn’t realize, somewhere along the way…
He was the one who couldn’t let go.
Grabbing the divorce papers, Nate didn’t hesitate.
He turned around and headed out.
He was going to Australia,
He was going to find me.
He needed answers.
You came into my life first.
So how can you just walk away like I meant nothing?
The more he thought about it, the faster he walked.
He stormed through the hallway-
And slammed right into a woman who smelled like she bathed in perfume.
“Nate?”
“Hey, where are you rushing off to?”
“You didn’t even take me home last night!”
“I had to crash at a hotel–I’m mad at you!”
Zoe pouted and stood in his way,
“Move,”
Nate’s voice was cold, flat.
Zoe blinked in shock, then stomped her heel.
Screw You. Ex! My New Life’s Hotter Than Your Money!
Chapter 8
“Nate! What the hell? You’re being a jerk!”
“Move,” he repeated.
His eyes could’ve frozen fire.
Zoe opened her mouth again, but Nate shoved past her.
As he walked off, he was already on the phone.
“Yeah, I need Sophia Hart’s current address.”
“Also book me a one–way flight to Sydney.”
“Today.”
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