Flair ended her yoga class early to celebrate her third wedding anniversary with her husband, Johnathon.
She had planned a special evening, complete with a candlelit dinner and new lingerie. Despite her best friend’s hints about Johnathon’s lack of effort in their relationship, Flair defended him. She attributed his behavior to his busy work schedule and different ways of expressing love, even though she knew in her heart that her friend was right.
When she got home, Flair noticed that all the lights were off and Johnathon’s belongings were hastily placed by the door. To confirm he was home, she went upstairs, only to find her husband in bed with another woman. Heartbroken, Flair realized the depth of Johnathon’s betrayal, especially on their wedding anniversary.
Flair POV I dismissed the class with a smile, breathing shallowly, bending to roll my yoga mat up, as Rachel, my best friend and receptionist came walking into the room, her eyes sparkling with humor. “Are you excited about tonight?” she teased. I grinned at her. It was the date of my third wedding anniversary…
He shoved me out of the room and then followed me, shutting the door behind him. I stared at him accusingly, before I reached out and slapped him, hard, leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. He barely even blinked. “It’s not how I intended for you to find out,” he said finally, “but…
“I’d like to see you try” the man yawned, sounding unimpressed. Charlotte’s face turned an unbecoming red. Flair turned glacial eyes on me. “Hurry up and send me the divorce papers Johnathon,” she said coldly “Or shall I have them drawn up?” “I’ll send them” I snarled “You didn’t even have the decency to wait…
“Where to Mr Grant?” the driver asked respectfully, dipping his head to me and giving me a warm smile. Knox flattened his lips “My mansion” he said. “Knox, I can’t go there,” I said, even as the limousine began to peel out “What is father going to say when he sees me?” I added, feeling…
“Grayson, help” she sneered “he hates me. He would rather see me suffer than step in and help me. As if it’s my fault that my father divorced his mother and married mine.” I viewed her skeptically. I felt there was more to the story than just that but Charlotte avoided my eyes. “I don’t…
“Rachel, how could you let me do this?” I demanded, turning to look at her “What if they find out my real identity?” She waved her hand at me, dismissing my concerns “Honey I doubt they’ll care enough to look into it. It’s a juicy story, but only because they think you’re a nobody. Trust…
“You, you, stupid girl” he snapped, waving the newspaper with the scandal contained on the front page as Charlotte flinched next to me “Are you trying to destroy the Deluca’s good name?” he demanded “Do you have no regard for your roots and the hard work that has gone into making the Deluca name one…
Grayson POV I was studying some legal documents with a heavy frown when my personal assistant Timothy came walking in, carrying some coffee and a newspaper folded underneath his arm. “Good morning Grayson” he greeted me, placing the coffee down in front of me carefully. I inhaled its sweet aroma and put my documents aside,…
“I wasn’t planning on pulling just anybody off the street,” I said with a mischievous glint in my eyes “Give me some credit Timothy” I added. The poor man looked as though he was about to have an apoplexy or explode. “Then what are you saying?” he said, beads of sweat on his forehead. “Well…
“Yes,” I said tiredly “he did.” My father slammed his hand down on the coffee table “Unacceptable” he snarled as I looked back up “Nobody treats a Grant member this way. I’m fully prepared to give a statement on your behalf, advising the wealthy elite exactly what kind of person your ex-husband is.” I was…