Revenge on My Sister and Ex-Husband (Adelaide) novel Chapter 6

If she wanted to cut ties with the Pierce family for good, she needed someone solid to help her get a footing in the city.

“I can get a divorce,” she said.

Reginald gave a small laugh. “Adelaide, that’s a hell of a price.”

She didn’t answer.

“Rosecliff Manor. Come now,” he said.

“Now?” she asked, stunned.

“Yeah. This is a one-time offer, and the clock’s ticking.”

She pressed her lips together, thinking. “Okay. I’m on my way.”

An hour later, Adelaide pulled up to Rosecliff Manor-Reginald’s private estate, worth 100 million dollars.

The lights were on, and the warmth hit her as soon as she stepped inside.

In the living room, Reginald lounged in the center of the sofa, silk pajamas loose on him. He had the face of a heartthrob, his sharp jawline giving him a wicked charm.

The staff cleared out.

Reginald lifted his chin. “Sit.”

“Thanks.” Adelaide slid into the armchair, eyeing the contract on the table.

“Before you sign, Ms. Pierce, shouldn’t you at least say sorry for those reckless words three years ago?” His smiling eyes held the quiet danger of a predator watching from the dark.

“Before I apologize, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Did you ever look into Garrett back then?”

“Does that even matter now?”

“It does,” she answered firmly.

“Yeah, I did. Why? You’re gonna call me out for not telling you sooner? I thought about it, but honestly, back then you didn’t trust me at all. Even if I’d shoved the proof in your face, you’d have just thought I was making it up,” Reginald said honestly.

He was right about her.

And he had all the contacts to do whatever he wanted.

After a long pause, she said earnestly, “Sorry.”

He smiled a little like he was pleased. “When can you start?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

***

Adelaide signed the contract, went home, and crashed.

By morning, the smell of food woke her. She sat up, her temples throbbing from a rough night.

Dragging herself out of bed, she walked into the kitchen. Garrett stood there in an apron, making breakfast like always.

“You’re up. Go freshen up. Breakfast is almost ready. Made all your favorites,” he said.

Watching him playing the perfect husband, Adelaide felt nothing but contempt.

She saw him clearly now-a smooth liar juggling two women.

After freshening up, Adelaide sat at the table, expressionless. Garrett spread jam on her toast and poured milk.

“Honey, I want to run something by you,” he asked.

She looked up, barely touching her food. Guilt was written all over his face. “What is it?”

“There’s a lot going on at work right now. I gotta take on some urgent projects, so I might need to push back the honeymoon. But I wanna know what you think. If you say no, I can have my assistant set it up so I can work remotely while we’re there. Or…”

“You just took on real responsibilities. A honeymoon wouldn’t be ideal right now,” she said, knowing full well he was making excuses. But they were divorcing anyway. A honeymoon was pointless.

Garrett held her hand affectionately. “I knew you’d understand. And about Amanda, don’t stress. I’ll handle it. I’m having my guys move your stuff to the new place today.”

Adelaide pulled her hand back in disgust and picked up her fork. “No need, I can do it myself. But this afternoon, I-“

Before she could finish, Garrett’s phone buzzed.

He grabbed it right away, but she had already seen the caller ID: Mandy.