Jail for Me, Millions for Her - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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You even remembered I had a cold and couldn't drink!
Lily sat curled against Adam's side, her head nestled on his shoulder like she belonged there. The blanket draped over them both might as well have been a neon sign flashing "Couple Goals."
When she noticed me, her nose scrunched in protest. "Ugh, the boss is being ridiculous. It's just a sniffle, but he's got me on lockdown—no drinks, no work. I had to beg just to tag along tonight."
Adam tapped her nose playfully. "Keep complaining and I'll record your next medicine meltdown for blackmail material."
The easy affection between them felt like a private joke I wasn't in on. Watching Adam—my husband—be this version of himself with someone else should've wrecked me. Instead, the divorce papers in my hand suddenly weighed less.
At dinner, Adam worked the room like always. "This is Lily, our department manager," he announced, arm casually brushing hers.
Then came my turn. The client's boss squinted at me. "Wait—isn't this the girl who did time for debt? Adam, you really stand by your people."
Adam's jaw tightened. He shot me a glance before forcing a laugh. "Old habits die hard."
Throughout negotiations, their chairs inched closer while Adam kept signaling me to intercept Lily's drinks. Someone finally called it:
"Adam and Lily make quite the power couple. Tell me, boss—you single?"
We answered simultaneously:
"No."
His head whipped toward me like I'd shouted fire. Later, his text buzzed:
"Just playing the part. Don't read into it."
Funny—my answer was the only honest thing said all night.
In the restroom, Lily materialized like a bad omen. "God, Rachel," she sneered, examining her manicure. "If my husband loathed me this much, I'd change my name and move to Antarctica."
I turned the faucet on harder. "How touching that my life keeps you up at night."
She blocked my exit, her designer dress probably costing more than my rent. "Yikes. Does Adam make you shop at thrift stores? Oh wait—" She fake-gasped. "He probably blew his wardrobe budget on me. My bad."
The dig landed like a gut punch. I barely made it back to the table before grabbing my purse.
Adam caught my wrist. "Stay. I'll drive you home."
Then—right on cue—Lily burst in sobbing. The room froze as she tore through her purse.
"It's gone!" she wailed. "My custom diamond ring!"
Adam dropped my arm like it burned him.
Lily sat curled against Adam's side, her head nestled on his shoulder like she belonged there. The blanket draped over them both might as well have been a neon sign flashing "Couple Goals."
When she noticed me, her nose scrunched in protest. "Ugh, the boss is being ridiculous. It's just a sniffle, but he's got me on lockdown—no drinks, no work. I had to beg just to tag along tonight."
Adam tapped her nose playfully. "Keep complaining and I'll record your next medicine meltdown for blackmail material."
The easy affection between them felt like a private joke I wasn't in on. Watching Adam—my husband—be this version of himself with someone else should've wrecked me. Instead, the divorce papers in my hand suddenly weighed less.
At dinner, Adam worked the room like always. "This is Lily, our department manager," he announced, arm casually brushing hers.
Then came my turn. The client's boss squinted at me. "Wait—isn't this the girl who did time for debt? Adam, you really stand by your people."
Adam's jaw tightened. He shot me a glance before forcing a laugh. "Old habits die hard."
Throughout negotiations, their chairs inched closer while Adam kept signaling me to intercept Lily's drinks. Someone finally called it:
"Adam and Lily make quite the power couple. Tell me, boss—you single?"
We answered simultaneously:
"No."
His head whipped toward me like I'd shouted fire. Later, his text buzzed:
"Just playing the part. Don't read into it."
Funny—my answer was the only honest thing said all night.
In the restroom, Lily materialized like a bad omen. "God, Rachel," she sneered, examining her manicure. "If my husband loathed me this much, I'd change my name and move to Antarctica."
I turned the faucet on harder. "How touching that my life keeps you up at night."
She blocked my exit, her designer dress probably costing more than my rent. "Yikes. Does Adam make you shop at thrift stores? Oh wait—" She fake-gasped. "He probably blew his wardrobe budget on me. My bad."
The dig landed like a gut punch. I barely made it back to the table before grabbing my purse.
Adam caught my wrist. "Stay. I'll drive you home."
Then—right on cue—Lily burst in sobbing. The room froze as she tore through her purse.
"It's gone!" she wailed. "My custom diamond ring!"
Adam dropped my arm like it burned him.
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