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Hailey turned out to be cheap - she stiffed the kidnappers and screamed at them instead. That pissed them off royally. In a rage, they shot Donald and Jane dead, grabbed the cash, and bolted.
Didn't get far though - cops nabbed them mid-escape.
I stared blankly at the broken man before me. Hard to believe this wreck was the same golden boy who'd been dripping with wealth and charm just days earlier. "Why tell me this?" I asked flatly. "You think I'll suddenly feel sorry for you?"
A bitter laugh escaped me. "You dug this grave yourself. Rot in it."
As I turned to go, Shane's screams followed me: "Don't leave me here alone! Nat, I'm begging you! Don't file for divorce! I can't be alone!"
I glanced over my shoulder just as officers started dragging him away. "Stop calling me that," I spat at his retreating form. "Makes me sick."
After handing company operations to my assistant, I booked a one-way ticket to anywhere.
Standing atop the world's highest peak watching rain clouds roll in, then later galloping across endless northern plains - that's when it hit me how stupid I'd been. This incredible planet was bursting with beauty to discover, and I'd been dumb enough to chain my happiness to some guy.
With a deep exhale, I purged every last trace of Shane from my phone.
Months later, my lawyer called: "Shane got the death penalty."
"Great! Saves us a messy divorce trial," I said cheerfully, gazing at sunset over Santorini.
He hesitated. "Death row inmates get one final visitor. He requested you."
I barked a laugh. "Not happening. That ###Chapter's closed."
When Shane's execution notice came six months later, I barely blinked. His will had one final insult - demanding burial beside his parents.
As executor, I shredded the document and tossed it in the fireplace. That bastard didn't deserve to rest near Jane and Donald.
"Ma'am," my secretary ventured, "should I prepare your travel files again?"
I flashed her a radiant smile. "Please do. And cancel any future appointments with matchmakers."
Men? Marriage? Love? Please.
I was filthy rich, gloriously free, and about to paint the planet red. Game on.
Didn't get far though - cops nabbed them mid-escape.
I stared blankly at the broken man before me. Hard to believe this wreck was the same golden boy who'd been dripping with wealth and charm just days earlier. "Why tell me this?" I asked flatly. "You think I'll suddenly feel sorry for you?"
A bitter laugh escaped me. "You dug this grave yourself. Rot in it."
As I turned to go, Shane's screams followed me: "Don't leave me here alone! Nat, I'm begging you! Don't file for divorce! I can't be alone!"
I glanced over my shoulder just as officers started dragging him away. "Stop calling me that," I spat at his retreating form. "Makes me sick."
After handing company operations to my assistant, I booked a one-way ticket to anywhere.
Standing atop the world's highest peak watching rain clouds roll in, then later galloping across endless northern plains - that's when it hit me how stupid I'd been. This incredible planet was bursting with beauty to discover, and I'd been dumb enough to chain my happiness to some guy.
With a deep exhale, I purged every last trace of Shane from my phone.
Months later, my lawyer called: "Shane got the death penalty."
"Great! Saves us a messy divorce trial," I said cheerfully, gazing at sunset over Santorini.
He hesitated. "Death row inmates get one final visitor. He requested you."
I barked a laugh. "Not happening. That ###Chapter's closed."
When Shane's execution notice came six months later, I barely blinked. His will had one final insult - demanding burial beside his parents.
As executor, I shredded the document and tossed it in the fireplace. That bastard didn't deserve to rest near Jane and Donald.
"Ma'am," my secretary ventured, "should I prepare your travel files again?"
I flashed her a radiant smile. "Please do. And cancel any future appointments with matchmakers."
Men? Marriage? Love? Please.
I was filthy rich, gloriously free, and about to paint the planet red. Game on.
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