She stole my wedding and home! I'm done! novel

Chapter 16 Settling the Score "Enough," Ethan patted her shoulder. "Go home. I've got somewhere to be." "It's still raining. Where are you going?" Laney clung tighter, more certain than ever she was now the woman at his side. Ethan shot her a cold look. "Why do you need to know where I'm going?" Her lashes trembled. "You're going to see Grace, aren't you? Ethan, it's late. Why not wait until morning, when the rain stops?" She had to stop him from gettin anywhere near Grace. "Take the company car home," Ethan said, not even turning his head. Laney's jaw clenched.

Her eyes fell on the photo of Ethan and Grace sitting on his desk. She snatched it up and smashed it to the floor. The secretary, delivering papers, froze at the doorway, then quickly retreated. Who the hell is this woman? He thought. Pretty enough, but compared to Miss Miller, she didn't measure up. And when she got angry, she looked downright terrifying. Some people whispered she had cancer. Looking at her now, she didn't seem sick at all. That night, Ethan drove straight to the hospital where Ryan was staying. When Grace heard he was coming, she slipped outside to meet him.

She couldn't risk Ryan finding out. "What do you want?" she asked flatly at the entrance, not even approaching his car. Ethan lowered the window, his tone deceptively calm. "Get in." She knew his temper. He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. Reluctantly, she climbed in. The car stereo played old songs, the ones she had downloaded for him. Memories pressed sharp against her ribs, each one hurting more than the last. "You said you wanted to settle accounts," Ethan lit a cigarette. "What accounts?" 1/3 Grace laughed. Cold. Bitter. Of course. I shouldn't expect anything from him.

He's only here to protect his money. "The ones that belong to me." "What belongs to you? The company's in my name. What do you have?" He wasn't yelling, but the mockery in his eyes flayed her alive. Every second told her she was stupid, pathetic, deserving of being used. Grace's face betrayed nothing. "You'll find out soon enough. But yes, you're proud of yourself, aren't you? Using your bank account, your name as the legal rep, so now you think you can just kick me out." Her lips curved. "Happy now, Ethan?" Ethan smirked.

"So what, you're saying I'm the kind of man who gets ashore and cuts the rope that held the boat steady?" She opened the door and stepped out into the rain. She didn't care how drenched she just needed air. got. She A convenience store glowed at the corner. She headed for it, planning to buy water to cool her fury. Then she turned back, rapped lightly on his passenger-side window. He rolled it down, rain blowing in. Ethan's mouth twitched, certain she'd come to apologize. But she didn't lean in. She just turned her head, gaze sharp as glass. "That's not what I meant.

But if you did do it..." She paused. "...I'll be waiting on shore." Her pale lips moved once more, slow enough for him to read. "I won't let you make it to shore." Shore? Ethan? The man thought himself successful, polished, untouchable. But in her eyes, he was just a turtle thrashing in the river, weighed down by a shell he mistook for armor. 2/3 Let Laney have him. Let's see how she survives it. As Grace disappeared into the rain, Ethan's grip on the wheel tightened. For the first time, unease gnawed at him. She was serious this time. Dead serious. How dare she?

Ethan floored it, tearing away from the hospital curb. Back at the Carter villa, his mother Margaret asked what was wrong. Ethan sneered. "Grace actually thinks she can settle accounts with me! She's lived off me for years. Everything she has, she owes me." "That gold-digger. She dares bring up splitting money after dumping you?" Margaret's eyes narrowed. "Not a chance. Don't you worry, son." She remembered this thing. The next day, Grace stayed with Ryan until his IV finished before heading to Pinnacle Designs. She had to pack up her office, and start preparing for her next steps.

Her phone buzzed. Andrea. "Miss Miller, dinner tonight?" "Sure. I'll pick the place and send you the details." "Perfect." After she hung up, Andrea turned to her brother Daniel in his office. "Daniel, what salary are you planning to offer Grace?" Daniel leaned back. "Not salary. Shares." Andrea dropped her watermelon on the floor. "Shares?!" News of Grace's fallout with Ethan had already spread. And the rivals at HarpSilk Embroidery were already on their way to Anston City. Every company wanted her.

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