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Mason stood frozen, his expression shifting rapidly.
Finally, a strained smile, more akin to a grimace, appeared on his face.
After several attempts, he managed to speak.
“Lanie, who are these actors? This is terrible acting. Don’t lie to us.”
He couldn’t believe it, even with the rings and marriage certificate right in front of him.
I hadn’t expected to see them so soon.
But I was done with them.
“He’s not an actor. You’re seeing things. I’m married.”
I said casually, waving the marriage certificate in their faces.
Zoe Jackson, calmly standing beside me, gave a polite nod.
“Hello. I’m Lanie’s husband, Zoe Jackson.”
His light amber eyes, glancing at Ethan and Mason, held a subtle air of superiority.
Ethan’s pupils constricted, a surge of anger ignited within him.
He suppressed his emotions, his voice strained, his gaze fixed on me.
“Lanie, stop this. Are you jealous? This isn’t real. You need to get a divorce.
You must have been impulsive.”
He reached for my hand, intending to drag me back to the courthouse.
Mason tried to separate Zoe Jackson from me.
“Mr. Jackson, why are you marrying Lanie? Do you understand her? Do you know all her preferences? Her quirks? Do you love her?”
He yelled, putting a hand on Zoe Jackson’s shoulder..
Zoe Jackson effortlessly evaded Mason’s grasp, unfazed by his outburst.
“Mr. Mason, Lanie and I can build our relationship. A marriage of convenience that blossoms into love isn’t unheard of.
But
you
and Mr. Ethan haven’t sorted out your own situation. You’re still entangled with Qiana. So, what makes you think you can compete with me?”
He brushed his shoulder, as if disgusted by Mason’s touch.
At the mention of Qiana, Ethan and Mason hesitated.
“We… we just feel sorry for Qiana. Nothing more,”
Mason stammered.
I pulled away from Ethan, standing next to Zoe Jackson.
“Enough, Ethan, Mason. You don’t need to explain.”
“From the moment I left LA, we were no longer in a relationship.”
My expression was cold and distant, as if addressing strangers.
“Whether you like Qiana or not is none of my business. Don’t contact me again. Miami isn’t your territory.”
Zoe Jackson snapped his fingers.
A line of uniformed bodyguards appeared.
Take them away. Send them back to LA. Make sure they don’t come back.”
My silence was my consent.
Mason couldn’t believe it.
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He struggled, his eyes wide with frantic energy.
‘Lanie! You can’t do this! Let’s go back to LA. We’ll be good to you. We can go back to how things were, can’t we?”
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