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6 Chapter 6
A sense of foreboding washed over me as I walked inside.
His parents were gone. He was pitiful enough as it was.
I looked down at him and said coldly, “You’re mistaken. I’m here to finalize the divorce.”
His expression turned vicious. “When my parents were alive, all those relatives were always hanging around. Now that they’re dead, they can’t even be bothered to come to the funeral. They’re all just waiting to divide up the inheritance.”
I turned and walked away without a backward glance.
“I’m sorry, I was so wrong. I shouldn’t have messed around with Madison, I shouldn’t have hurt you. Madison hasn’t even called once in the last few days. You’re the only
one who still cares about me.”
I made the choice Ryan couldn’t.
He stared at me, his face a mask of disbelief, and grabbed the hem of my pants. “No, that’s impossible. You still love me, right?”
I chose to walk away with nothing and finalized all the details with my lawyer.
Ryan’s eyes were vacant, his once–dark hair now a shocking white. If I hadn’t seen him with my own eyes, I would have sworn he was the corpse.
When he saw me, he lunged forward as if I were a life raft.
And while my in–laws had said they wanted to leave me everything, I had no interest in fighting Ryan for it.
Ryan’s hand trembled as he took the pen and signed his name, as if it took every last ounce of his strength.
The last step was getting Ryan’s signature.
“Lidia?” Ryan struggled to sit up, his expensive suit rumpled and stained, its sleeves flecked with ash. “You came. You finally came. Thank God, I still have you…”
Thomas looked gaunt, as if he’d aged decades overnight, with dark circles bruising the
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skin under his eyes.
“Ryan?” I stared at him in disbelief
Over the years, the company I built on my own had become quite successful
Just past the door, I tripped over someth
lifeless figure stumped on the floor
“That has nothing to do with me” I said coolly, “All I need is for you to sign these divorce papers.”
I had no reason to fight an orphan over an inheritance.
I went to the funeral home. The air was thick with the smell of smoke.
From that moment on, Ryan Mitchell was nothing to me.
I didn’t offer to take him to a hospital.
“Lidia, I knew you wouldn’t give up on Ryan!” he cried. “He’s inside. Please, go talk to him.”
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