Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 87: Chapter 87
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Riley stared at Blake like she'd never seen him before.
Those people on her team had been with the company for years. Even the newest person had been there three years.
And he was ready to fire all of them just because she wouldn't eat Sophia's cooking?
Riley's hands clenched into fists.
She forced herself back to the table.
Sophia smiled sweetly as she piled food into Riley's bowl, each dish dripping with chili oil and spice.
When their eyes met, Sophia's smile only got brighter.
Blake's mood instantly improved once Riley sat down.
He poured her a glass of water and set it in front of her.
"Jesus, having to threaten you just to get you to eat dinner. You're really something else, Riley."
Riley's stomach felt like it was being torn apart, but her face stayed blank.
She mechanically lifted the food to her mouth, bite after painful bite.
Satisfied, Blake turned his attention back to Sophia, laughing at something she whispered.
Later that night, Blake drove Sophia home.
Riley lay curled up in bed, clutching her burning stomach. Sweat soaked through her shirt as she fumbled for her phone with shaking hands.
She accidentally hit Blake's number.
He picked up immediately, but before she could speak, Blake's voice came through urgent and distracted:
"Sophia twisted her ankle! I'm taking her to the ER. Whatever it is, it'll have to wait."
The line went dead.
Tears mixed with sweat on her face as Riley called 911.
At the hospital, they rushed her straight into emergency surgery.
The OR lights burned bright above her.
Through waves of pain, her mind drifted back to the Blake who used to be her hero.
Back when her parents were never around, always buried in work. The housekeeper could handle the basics—meals, getting her to school—but that was it.
She couldn't stop the kids who shoved Riley into lockers, who dumped their lunch trays on her, who waited for her after school. And her parents' phones always went straight to voicemail.
Blake had been the one to show up with split knuckles and that cocky grin.
He'd dragged her out of every nightmare, slung his arm around her like she was his to protect.
He'd programmed himself as her emergency contact without even asking.
"Riley, from now on, I've got your back. Just stick with me, okay?"
And she had. For twenty-four years.
Whatever Blake did, she followed. When he needed a wife to get his family off his back, she'd said yes without thinking twice.
When he took over Harrison Industries with no allies, she'd abandoned her own dreams to fight beside him, clawing their way to the top together.
Her best friend had asked her once:
"Riley, aren't you exhausted?"
"Blake still treats you like his buddy after all this time. You do everything couples do—hell, everything married people do—and he just pretends it doesn't mean anything. Just keeps calling you his 'best friend' like that makes it okay!"
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Riley's dream was finally over.
On her third day in the hospital, Riley could finally get out of bed and walk around slowly.
A nurse noticed her wedding ring and shook her head sympathetically.
"Honey, you've been here for days. Where's your husband?"
Riley followed her gaze to the band on her finger.
She slipped it off without hesitation.
"We're divorced."
Hearing that, the nurse looked embarrassed and tried to comfort her for a bit, then seemed to remember something.
"You know, I always say men are all trash, but I actually saw something different recently. There's this patient in orthopedics—just a sprained ankle—and her boyfriend flew in the best specialists money can buy. The whole hospital's been buzzing about it!"
Another nurse walked in just in time to hear this and came over.
"Of course it was a big deal—do you know who that guy is? Blake Harrison from Harrison Industries! I've never seen our chief administrator kiss ass like that before."
"God, I'm so jealous. Who says rich guys can't really love someone? That girl hit the jackpot."
"I heard he's married though. Maybe that's his wife up there? She must've saved the world in her last life to deserve this kind of treatment."
Riley sat perfectly still on her hospital bed, her face blank.
Inside, something bitter twisted in her chest.
Years of marriage, and Blake had never once treated her like she mattered.
When she got hurt, he didn't care.
He definitely didn't move heaven and earth to help her.
At that moment, a familiar voice cut through her thoughts.
"What are you doing here?"
Those people on her team had been with the company for years. Even the newest person had been there three years.
And he was ready to fire all of them just because she wouldn't eat Sophia's cooking?
Riley's hands clenched into fists.
She forced herself back to the table.
Sophia smiled sweetly as she piled food into Riley's bowl, each dish dripping with chili oil and spice.
When their eyes met, Sophia's smile only got brighter.
Blake's mood instantly improved once Riley sat down.
He poured her a glass of water and set it in front of her.
"Jesus, having to threaten you just to get you to eat dinner. You're really something else, Riley."
Riley's stomach felt like it was being torn apart, but her face stayed blank.
She mechanically lifted the food to her mouth, bite after painful bite.
Satisfied, Blake turned his attention back to Sophia, laughing at something she whispered.
Later that night, Blake drove Sophia home.
Riley lay curled up in bed, clutching her burning stomach. Sweat soaked through her shirt as she fumbled for her phone with shaking hands.
She accidentally hit Blake's number.
He picked up immediately, but before she could speak, Blake's voice came through urgent and distracted:
"Sophia twisted her ankle! I'm taking her to the ER. Whatever it is, it'll have to wait."
The line went dead.
Tears mixed with sweat on her face as Riley called 911.
At the hospital, they rushed her straight into emergency surgery.
The OR lights burned bright above her.
Through waves of pain, her mind drifted back to the Blake who used to be her hero.
Back when her parents were never around, always buried in work. The housekeeper could handle the basics—meals, getting her to school—but that was it.
She couldn't stop the kids who shoved Riley into lockers, who dumped their lunch trays on her, who waited for her after school. And her parents' phones always went straight to voicemail.
Blake had been the one to show up with split knuckles and that cocky grin.
He'd dragged her out of every nightmare, slung his arm around her like she was his to protect.
He'd programmed himself as her emergency contact without even asking.
"Riley, from now on, I've got your back. Just stick with me, okay?"
And she had. For twenty-four years.
Whatever Blake did, she followed. When he needed a wife to get his family off his back, she'd said yes without thinking twice.
When he took over Harrison Industries with no allies, she'd abandoned her own dreams to fight beside him, clawing their way to the top together.
Her best friend had asked her once:
"Riley, aren't you exhausted?"
"Blake still treats you like his buddy after all this time. You do everything couples do—hell, everything married people do—and he just pretends it doesn't mean anything. Just keeps calling you his 'best friend' like that makes it okay!"
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Riley's dream was finally over.
On her third day in the hospital, Riley could finally get out of bed and walk around slowly.
A nurse noticed her wedding ring and shook her head sympathetically.
"Honey, you've been here for days. Where's your husband?"
Riley followed her gaze to the band on her finger.
She slipped it off without hesitation.
"We're divorced."
Hearing that, the nurse looked embarrassed and tried to comfort her for a bit, then seemed to remember something.
"You know, I always say men are all trash, but I actually saw something different recently. There's this patient in orthopedics—just a sprained ankle—and her boyfriend flew in the best specialists money can buy. The whole hospital's been buzzing about it!"
Another nurse walked in just in time to hear this and came over.
"Of course it was a big deal—do you know who that guy is? Blake Harrison from Harrison Industries! I've never seen our chief administrator kiss ass like that before."
"God, I'm so jealous. Who says rich guys can't really love someone? That girl hit the jackpot."
"I heard he's married though. Maybe that's his wife up there? She must've saved the world in her last life to deserve this kind of treatment."
Riley sat perfectly still on her hospital bed, her face blank.
Inside, something bitter twisted in her chest.
Years of marriage, and Blake had never once treated her like she mattered.
When she got hurt, he didn't care.
He definitely didn't move heaven and earth to help her.
At that moment, a familiar voice cut through her thoughts.
"What are you doing here?"
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