Chapter 1
The TV in the office was playing news of Isabella’s return to the States.]]
His eyes never left the screen.[]
Not even when I handed him the paperwork.[]
A mansion in Westshore–one of those ocean–view places money alone can’t buy.]
But to Spencer?
It meant nothing.[]
Just like me.
The news ended, and he was in such a good mood.
He twirled his pen after signing and handed the documents back with a smirk.]
“That’s gotta be what–your sixtieth property?“|[]
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“You’re basically a millionaire now.”
The joy in his voice wasn’t for me. .0
It was for her.
His golden girl, back in town.
I stood in front of him and gave a faint smile.
“That Westshore house overlooks the water. I really like it.“[]
I didn’t bother telling him-
That was house number one hundred.[]
Back when he was chasing me, Spencer got rejected 99 tines.
But he never gave up.
After the hundredth try, I said yes, and we got married.[]
His love didn’t last long.
Only until the day Isabella first came back.[]
It was our first wedding anniversary.
He’d planned a candlelight dinner.
I waited for him under fairy lights, heart full of love.[]
Instead, I got a couriered deed and a text.[]
“Sorry, Valentina. I messed up our anniversary. Please forgive me.“[]
1 ignored the perfume clinging to his shirt.
And forgave him. The first time.]
To be fair, I decided to give him 99 chances.
Then came the second time.
The third
The fourth…
Chapter 1
In five years, he left me countless times–for her.
Eventually, he started preemptively giving me properties before disappearing again.[]
From house one to house ninety–nine.[]
And each time, I forgave him.[]
But now?
This is time number one hundred.
And Spencer?
You’re out of chances.]
I smiled, finally at peace, watching him.]
He paused, eyes flickering.[]
I could almost see guilt behind them.]]
Then he murmured, “When I get back, I’ll take you to see the fireworks.“[]
In the past, even the tiniest crack in his armor would make me hope.[]
I’d cry.
Beg.
Only to have him pry my fingers off his sleeve, one by one.[]
“Psycho,” he’d whisper coldly.
I’ve been that psycho ninety–nine times.]
But today?
I’m done pretending.
Because hidden in that stack of papers he just signed…
Was our divorce.
Spencer.
Thirty days from now, we’ll be nothing but strangers.]
