Chapter 7 Chapter 7 +25 Bonus Back home, I got a text. [Don't come back. Antonio is mine now.] Intrigued somehow, I replied, [Good luck holding onto the spot.] I'd like to see if she could pull it off. I had just lain down in my apartment when there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Antonio. Back when we were dating, this was our love nest. I wasn't surprised he found me. His voice came through. "Honey, why did you change the keypad code? Open the door. Let me explain. Clarisse and I are done. You'll always be my wife." When I didn't open the door, he kept knocking and calling, drawing complaints from neighbors. "Didn't expect her to be so harsh, locking her husband out in the cold." "Maybe he did something shady behind her back." Security showed up. "Madam, this is a family matter, but it's late. The neighbors are complaining." I had no choice but to open the door. Antonio stood there, his hand raised, looking like a helpless kid. "Honey..." "Call me Iva. We're getting divorced." Fear flooded his eyes. "Forgive me, please. I screwed up. I'll never lie or see Clarisse again. I'll fire her. She can go wherever." I crossed my arms, giving him a mocking look. "Didn't you run after her today? She was gonna go home and get married. Now you're okay with it?" He froze, sweat beading on his forehead. "I don't care about anyone else." He shook his head, clutching his chest. "We've been together three years. I can't live without you. Thinking of you leaving tears me apart." His face paled, his lips cracked from anxiety, as if to prove his point. But every word felt hollow to me. 1/2 Chapter 7 +25 Bonus He didn't want to lose Clarisse because of his ego. He didn't want to lose me because of the profits. The Carey Group had made a bank off me. Without my help, they'd crash. "Stop acting!" I scoffed. "I don't buy that you'd love anyone that deeply. It's all your greed driving you." Panic flashed across his face, like I'd exposed him. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand. "Believe me. It's real! Since we got married, I've never thought about divorce." "And how do you prove it?" I challenged him. "Blank promises mean nothing. Hand over all your shares? Or rip out your heart to show me?" For the first time, I saw him nearly lose it. He'd never give up those shares. Even if he wanted to, his parents wouldn't let him. I shook off his grip and warned, "Stop harassing me, or I'll call the police and have you locked up. Or maybe I'll snatch your projects." He opened his mouth but shut it fast. I knew nothing scared him more than losing those projects. After I closed the door, I heard him mutter, "Believe me, I'm telling the truth." But it didn't matter to me anymore. No amount of washing could clean the stain. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!