01 Dash pushed through my hospital room door just as Jensen Morris , my divorce attorney , was leaving . He opened his mouth to bitch at me but stopped when he saw my face - pale as death , dark circles under my eyes . " What the hell happened to you ? " I stayed silent, my eyes drawn to his neck . His Tom Ford shirt was unbuttoned at the collar , and jesus christ , the hickeys . Fresh ones , purple and red , trailing down to his collarbone . Veronica's signature . I looked away before I threw up . " Just slipped on the stairs ," I said flatly . " No big deal . " - He bought it immediately - of course he did . He didn't give a shit . He pulled off his Oliver Peoples glasses , rubbing his temples . " Sydney , seriously ? You're thirty years old . How hard is it to walk down stairs ? The hospital called my assistant : Do you know how embarrassing that was during a board meeting ? " " Look , I've got the Singapore merger closing tomorrow . " He was already checking his Rolex . " I've arranged a private nurse . Whatever you need , just tell her. " He turned to leave . " Wait ," I called out . He spun around , annoyed as hell . " What now ? Gonna fake another emergency to keep me here? " " Sydney , last time you ' fainted ' and made me rush over from a client dinner . Now this ? I didn't call you out on your bullshit then , but don't push it . " I almost laughed . He was talking about the day I'd found out I was pregnant . My blood sugar had crashed , and I'd passed out in our kitchen . When he'd shown up , he'd reeked of Veronica's Jo Malone perfume - Pomegranate Noir , the one she'd worn since college . He'd barely looked at me , just barked at the doctor , confirmed I wasn't dying , and left . God , I'd been so pathetic then . Begging him to stay , putting on that sweet wife act . He'd sat there for maybe ten minutes , texting the entire time . Probably sexting Veronica . When I'd complained , he'd stormed out and hadn't come home for three days . " Sorry about last time ," I said , keeping my voice steady . " I just need you to sign some insurance forms . My hand's hooked to the IV , and spouses can sign for medical stuff . " I forced a weak smile . He glanced at the IV drip , grabbed the pen , and signed without reading a single word . He just wanted out of there . Perfect . " Thanks . Drive safe . " He gave me a weird look and strode to the door but paused at the threshold , studying my face . " Forget something ? " He shook his head , clearly confused by my calm demeanor . " I'll ... I'll stop by tonight . Check on you . " I shrugged . " Don't bother . You've got the merger . I'll be discharged this afternoon anyway ." His phone rang - Veronica's ringtone . He answered immediately , walking out . " Veronica , I told you not to touch the Henderson project without my approval . You think you can just " I laughed , actually laughed . Flipping to the last page of the papers he'd signed , I traced my finger over the bold letters : PETITION FOR DIVORCE . Dash Harrington , Wall Street's golden boy , and I'd just played him like a fiddle . Did he trust me that much , or did he just not give a fuck anymore ? I grabbed my phone and dialed . " Jensen ? It's Sydney . " " I've got his signature . File everything ." 01 " Fast as possible . My flight to London leaves day after tomorrow . " Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!