Jail for Me, Millions for Her - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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To honor our secret marriage arrangement, Adam moved out of the master bedroom into the guest room.
But that wasn't all—he laid down the law with military precision: No riding in the same car. No speaking to him at work except to call him "boss." And his cozy little act with Lily? I was expected to swallow it without complaint.
After laying down his terms, he ghosted me for three straight days.
The first time he bothered to call? When I took a sick day burning up with fever.
"Already slacking off after just a few days?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Bit dramatic, don't you think?"
"You'll have to drag yourself to the hospital. I'm still on my business trip—can't babysit you."
Predictable.
I managed a weak "mm-hmm."
But before I could hang up, a breathy female voice cut through: "Adam! My zipper's stuck! Hurry, help me!"
The line went dead, but not before I heard his rushed footsteps.
A glance at Lily's Instagram confirmed it—she'd updated her profile picture. A perfect match to Adam's. Couple goals.
I remembered begging him for matching photos when we were together. Always got the same excuses:
"Too much hassle."
"Grow up."
"Tacky."
Now suddenly my phone was blowing up with his calls and texts. I replied exactly once: "This is my rest period. Please respect that, boss."
By the time I returned to the office after my IV drip, nothing had changed. My coworkers still treated me like some charity case—the boss's pet ex-con who should be grateful for any scraps. My desk overflowed with their dumped workloads.
I took a deep breath and emptied our shared storage cabinet, stuffing every couple item into a black trash bag. All that effort bringing them here—for what?
Just as I hefted the bag, Adam stormed in.
Before I could blink, he'd dragged me into the stairwell. His eyes locked onto the bag like it was a personal insult.
"You've got time for spring cleaning but can't answer your damn phone?"
The cloying perfume clinging to him made me step back. "I replied," I said flatly.
That lit his fuse. "Why the hell did you call me 'boss'?"
Seriously? He made the rules!
When I stayed silent, his laugh turned arctic. "You know I can't stand petty games. Don't become someone I despise."
With that, he ripped the bag from my hands and smashed it against the concrete. The stairwell echoed with shattering glass—our matching mugs, framed photos, everything.
I watched the fragments skitter across the floor like our relationship.
After sweeping up the pieces, I called a lawyer. The divorce papers were ready by afternoon.
I was psyching myself up to knock when Adam's door swung open. Meeting his glacial stare, I held out the documents.
"Sign whenever."
He didn't even skim it—just flipped to the back and scrawled his name like signing a receipt.
"Business dinner tonight," he tossed over his shoulder. "Be useful—you're on drink duty."
Since when did Mr. Iron Liver need a shield?
My question died as Lily popped out behind him, chirping: "You're the best, boss! Remembered I can't drink with this cold!"
But that wasn't all—he laid down the law with military precision: No riding in the same car. No speaking to him at work except to call him "boss." And his cozy little act with Lily? I was expected to swallow it without complaint.
After laying down his terms, he ghosted me for three straight days.
The first time he bothered to call? When I took a sick day burning up with fever.
"Already slacking off after just a few days?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Bit dramatic, don't you think?"
"You'll have to drag yourself to the hospital. I'm still on my business trip—can't babysit you."
Predictable.
I managed a weak "mm-hmm."
But before I could hang up, a breathy female voice cut through: "Adam! My zipper's stuck! Hurry, help me!"
The line went dead, but not before I heard his rushed footsteps.
A glance at Lily's Instagram confirmed it—she'd updated her profile picture. A perfect match to Adam's. Couple goals.
I remembered begging him for matching photos when we were together. Always got the same excuses:
"Too much hassle."
"Grow up."
"Tacky."
Now suddenly my phone was blowing up with his calls and texts. I replied exactly once: "This is my rest period. Please respect that, boss."
By the time I returned to the office after my IV drip, nothing had changed. My coworkers still treated me like some charity case—the boss's pet ex-con who should be grateful for any scraps. My desk overflowed with their dumped workloads.
I took a deep breath and emptied our shared storage cabinet, stuffing every couple item into a black trash bag. All that effort bringing them here—for what?
Just as I hefted the bag, Adam stormed in.
Before I could blink, he'd dragged me into the stairwell. His eyes locked onto the bag like it was a personal insult.
"You've got time for spring cleaning but can't answer your damn phone?"
The cloying perfume clinging to him made me step back. "I replied," I said flatly.
That lit his fuse. "Why the hell did you call me 'boss'?"
Seriously? He made the rules!
When I stayed silent, his laugh turned arctic. "You know I can't stand petty games. Don't become someone I despise."
With that, he ripped the bag from my hands and smashed it against the concrete. The stairwell echoed with shattering glass—our matching mugs, framed photos, everything.
I watched the fragments skitter across the floor like our relationship.
After sweeping up the pieces, I called a lawyer. The divorce papers were ready by afternoon.
I was psyching myself up to knock when Adam's door swung open. Meeting his glacial stare, I held out the documents.
"Sign whenever."
He didn't even skim it—just flipped to the back and scrawled his name like signing a receipt.
"Business dinner tonight," he tossed over his shoulder. "Be useful—you're on drink duty."
Since when did Mr. Iron Liver need a shield?
My question died as Lily popped out behind him, chirping: "You're the best, boss! Remembered I can't drink with this cold!"
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