Chapter 9
right. Let’s not get divorced. Please, Emily–”
“I mind,” I said calmly, cutting him off.
He couldn’t keep up his affectionate act anymore. His mouth hung open for a second, then he clamped it shut, with nothing to say.
I smiled.
“Take it easy. Let’s get the divorce done. And hey, cheer me up enough, and I’ll introduce you to more of my rich girlfriends. Sure, they’re a little older, but they’ve got money, good looks, and decent skills in bed. Could do worse, right?”
His face flushed red.
Not sure why he was embarrassed—after everything.
But I think he finally got the
We finalized the divorce.
message.
As I walked off, he chased after me asking questions about the girl on the card.
“What’s she into? Hobbies? Favorite food?”
I made something up on the spot.
Told him I was running late and to just call her himself.
As soon as I got in the car, my phone rang.
It was Lewis. Furious.
“Emily! What kind of card did you give me? I called the number and the woman asked if I wanted a partial service or full service! What the hell is three hundred bucks for one time, eight hundred
overnight?!”
I blinked.
“Ohhh. That card? No idea. Beats me who stuck it on my windshield. I just grabbed it and handed it to you. Thought you’d like a laugh.
Don’t be mad—frown lines age you. And, well… in the rich–lady scene, we like men who are mature and charming, not men who look old.”
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Chapter 9
I had spent a few years studying abroad, living a carefree and comfortable life—and I’d long since forgotten everything that happened back home.
It was by sheer coincidence that I ran into him again.
A friend had dragged me to a bar for a fun night out. I had been sipping my drink and laughing at random when my eyes drifted to the stage.
It was Lewis.
He
was doing a clumsy pole dance on stage in front of the crowd. For a moment, I genuinely thought I was imagining things. But no, it was him.
Since he was an old acquaintance, I couldn’t help but keep an eye on him while I drank.
I watched young girls throwing cash at him, coaxing him into drinking shots. I saw him groveling shamelessly, asking those wealthy girls for tips with a smile that reeked of desperation.
I couldn’t help but sigh. God, how could I have been so stupid to trust him?
After paying the bill, my friend and I headed out. At the entrance, Lewis was still loudly hustling for customers, calling out to passersby. Suddenly, someone splashed a drink right in his face.
He didn’t even flinch.
Instead, he dropped his head, mumbling apologies over and over in a tiny voice—no pride left,
just total, desperate subservience.
When he finally looked up, our eyes met by accident.
“Emily…” he called out.
I gave him a faint smile, reached into my purse, and handed him a few loose bills. His body stiffened instantly.
I had already stepped into the car.
Through the rearview mirror, I could still see him standing there, unmoving.
I had no idea what was running through his head, what thoughts lay behind those dull, lifeless
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eyes.
But in the end, it didn’t matter.
Regret is useless—no matter how much you feel it, it changes nothing.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.