Chapter 2
“What the hell is this divorce agreement. Dolores“” Adam blurted out.
Dolores was jerked back to reality by his cold, deep tone. “It means exactly what it says,” she shot back calmly.
Adam sneered. “Pick up this trash from my office before you clock in. And tonight, 8 PM. at the mansion–I want you and all- your shit there.”
Dolores matched his sneer. “Adam, are you fucking kidding me?” She paused, almost added “Are you insane?” but then she caught the subtext of his
Quickly, she changed tack. “No need to worry about Alison getting tagged as the mistress. Only our folks and a few friends know we’re hitched. To everyone else, you’re still the lovesick fool who finally got his girl–a real fairytale ending.”
Her tone
was dripping with sarcasm, clearly pointing to last night’s scandal with Alison. She knew if the divorce papers went public, Alison would be smeared. But as she finished, she realized he had already hung up, leaving her cursing under her breath.
Dolores then took her time finishing her breakfast before casually taking the subway to the Walcott Group, not too far from her hotel.
After marrying Adam, she had been coerced by his mom into becoming his personal assistant–a fancy title for what was essentially a live–in maid. She slaved away at his beck and call, invisible at his company, where no one knew she was Adam’s wife.
Thinking about it left a sour taste in her mouth. Funny, isn’t it? The mistress is gossip fodder, yet the wife has to sneak around like some sort of spy. Sometimes I even get out of his car blocks away from the office to avoid being seen
At the office. Dolores headed straight to her desk and began typing up her resignation. ‘Since we’re splitting, let someone else play the maid, she mused grimly.
Her typing was interrupted by a colleague’s surprised voice. “Ms. Sherry, handing in your notice? Has that mythical rich boyfriend of yours finally proposed?”
Dolores paused, recalling the lie she had spun. Once, a colleague saw her getting out of Adam’s car.
To keep her marriage under wraps, she had claimed it was her boyfriend’s. That lie turned into a juicy bit of office gossip about her having a rich beau with a fancy car like Adam’s.
Nobody made the Adam connection because they all knew he never touched the meals Dolores brought him, always chucking them straight into the trash. Yet, she kept on delivering them, earning her a reputation for being a fool.
Facing the question, Dolores responded coolly, “No, we split up.”
h go? I’d be crying my eyes out someone quipped, their tone dripping with faux sympathy but obviously delighting in her
“You really let that catch misfonunc
Recalling Adam’s behavior, Dolores said lightly but sharply, “Why keep a man who’s only hard–headed!”
“Nowhere else hand either?” someone joked, triggering a wave of awkward laughter and a few coughs to break the tension, Everyone spun around in shock when they saw who was standing at the
e office door, their hearts practically leaping out of their chests. There was Ben Clupman, Adam’s assistant, awkwardly clearing his throat, while Adam stood by, his piercing gaze sweeping the rooms. Ben shot a glance at his boss, then turned to the room with a firm tone, “No bullshit chit–chat on company time, especially not those filthy jokes. alrigh
office later. And as for th
the rest of you, each caught
Adam’s sterly eyes scanned everyone before landing on Dolores. “Ms. Sherry, see me in my yapping pays up 200 dollars, send it over to finance, now!” He then walked back into his office.
Everyone scattered, but Dolores kept on typing, cool as a cucumber.
with the dive
divorce papers she’d slipped him
The minimalist vibe of Adam’s other matched his cold demeanor. Dolores entered to find him playing wi that morning.
“Any orders, Mr. Walcot?” she asked, her voice devoid of emotions.
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add, his mier low and forceful. “Ms. Sherry, explain yourself. What’s with that ‘who’s only hard–headed‘ jab?”
her earlier boldness replaced by regret as the air thickened with tension
Adam finally shifted gears by slamming the divorce papers down and icily inquired. “What’s this crap about ‘marital dissatisfaction?”
Taking a deep breath, she replied firmly, “It reads just as it says, plain and simple.”
Alan pis bed up the document, his voice deliberate as he read aloud. Three years of marriage, no sex, failing to meet basic needs, suggesting the husband might be impotent.
of seemed to tighten the nose around Dolores’s neck. The fear that he might just snap and strangle her loomed large, but her statement was nothing bout the harsh truth–be hadn’t touched her in three years.
When Adam rear lied the asset division part, a chill passed through his eyes. “Seems you’ve been real busy nour–Hut think you can actually take anything from me. Dolores?”
She dieda i respond, Juving resolved to walk away with nothing long ago.
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my assistant, got my assets all figured
Hut her indifference only fueled his anger. He grabbed her chin tightly, his sarcasm biting “What’s your plan, huh? Live off that pathetic a thousand dollar monthly paycheck? That wouldn’t even cover your rent, much less that fancy necklace you’re wearing.
Tides jerked her head, trying to escape his grip, but it only tightened, the pain sharp. She gritted her teeth and managed to say. “That’s my business, tot yours.”
Adam scoffed, his aura threatening. “Already found yourself a new sugar daddy”
Her silence seemed to confirm his suspicions. He sneered as he finally released her chin, “You seem to forget–you don
There’s all three maths on that agreement.”
don’t get a say in the divorce.
For Dolores, the timeline was irrelevant. In her eyes, he had never treated her as a partner in those three years, and the remaining three months would change nothing
His content stance was just because she had initiated the divorce, damaging his pride and potentially tarnishing Alison’s reputation
Knowing they wouldn’t agree on the divorce today, Dolores stated firmly. “No matter what, I’m not moving back.”
Adam looped over her, his voice condescending. “So you’re telling me you want to separate, is that it?”
