When the crowd finally dispersed, Victoria left with a drunken Lewis.
From a distance, I watched them holding each other, mouths pressed together in a kiss.
Maybe they had held back for too long, because as soon as they got into the car, the vehicle began rocking violently up and down.
I said nothing. I simply recorded everything on my phone.
Then I made a call to Andrew.
“Emily, what are you up to? How come you’re calling me this late?”
The sound of his voice instantly touched the softest part of me.
I couldn’t hold back anymore—tears spilled uncontrollably down my face.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you crying?”
I choked so badly I couldn’t speak.
Andrew immediately asked me where I was.
I mumbled out an address.
Half an hour later, he showed up in front of me.
I was curled up on the steps by the side of the road, my body trembling.
He took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders, then sat quietly beside me.
“Where’s Lewis?” he asked.
“He cheated on me,” I whispered.
Andrew froze, his jaw clenched tight.
“Where is he? I’ll kill him.”
I grabbed his hand quickly and shook my head. “Don’t. He’s not worth staining your hands.”
Furious, Andrew stomped hard against the pavement.
It still wasn’t enough to cool his rage.
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He turned back to me. “So, are you getting a divorce?”
I didn’t hesitate. I nodded.
“Any chance this is a misunderstanding?”
Wordlessly, I handed him my phone and let him scroll through the videos and photos I had taken.
I didn’t need to say anything more. He understood immediately.
Without a word, he pulled out his own phone and made several calls.
First, to a lawyer friend, asking him to draft a divorce agreement for me.
Second, to suppliers connected with Lewis’s company, telling them not to sign any pending contracts, not to renew existing ones, and to revoke discounts on those still active—everything was to be done strictly at market price from now on.
When the calls were finished, Andrew stood and took
my
hand. “Come on, let’s go home.”
I shook my head, tears still hanging in the corners of my eyes. “Before going home, I want to
move out.”
Lewis had bought the house for us, but I felt no attachment to it. I’d lived there for three years, yet I never imagined I’d leave like this.
I felt no attachment to it.
I had lived there for three years, but I never thought I’d be leaving this way.
“If you want this place, I’ll hire the best lawyer to make sure you get it,” Andrew said firmly.
I shook my head again. “No need, Andrew. Anything tied to Lewis feels filthy to me now.”
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.