Chapter 1
“Theo. I fucking need you.” Dolores Sherry breathed out, her eyes shimmering with a tipsy mix of desire and confusion.
“Look hard, Dolores. Do you even know who you’re talking to?” T
Thea’s voice was a low murmur as he edged closer
The room suddenly lit up, and Doloress face went from dared to horror–stricken as the recognized the man in front of her. Her eyes narrowed in shock as the blumed out “Adam” What the fuck–how are you here!”
Adam Walcot tightened his grip on her chin, his eyes glacial “Dolores, stepping into my bed isn’t a game. You should’ve known you’re not dealing with a fucking amateur.
“It’s not like that. 1. Her attempt to explain was cut short by her overwhelming weakness, the pain crashing down on her like a relentless wave, plunging her into a pitch–black night.
Later, as Adam casually flicked a bank card onto the bed. Dolores slapped him hard, fury and defiance blazing in her eyes.
He licked his lips, his smirk loaded with scorn. “Isn’t this what you were after?”
Her heart plummeted. Trapped, she realized there was no easy way out “Adam, I don’t give a damn about your money. I want you to marry me!” she declared, her voice Laced with fierce determination
Dolores sat numbly on the sofa, mindlessly watching the TV as it played the entertainment news. The image of Alison Jennings, the dancer, tumbling from the stage made her frown deepen.
She spotted a familiar silhouette weaving through the crowd, scooping up Alison and swiftly exiting the scene. That side profile–unmistakably Adam—was etched into her memory after three years of marriage.
With a bitter taste in her mouth, she thought, ‘Last night, this man was beside me, promising he would be home early today. Yet now.
Her eyes moved to the cold, untouched food on the table, her bitterness turning into a profound irony. She rose and dumped the meal into the
trish
The stark contrast of the red blisters on her pale hands to her impassive dumping of the meal turned and ascended the stairs to pack.
was cruelly ironic. Without a moment’s pause, she
She recalled signing a divorce agreement with Adam on their registration day, set for three years–the length of Alison’s study abroad. Though three months still remained, Alison was already back.
“So, the divorce agreement kicks in now, right she mused internally.
Dragging her suitcase downstairs, Dolores phoned Adam.
His voice came through brimming with annoyance. “What now?”
Her heart ached at his coldness, the promises from the previous night echoing mockingly in her mind. ‘Shit, why did I ever believe anything a man says in bed” the chided herself bitterly,
Softly, she asked, “Have yo
you had dinner
to engage with such a mundane question. “Cut the crap, I’m busy, he replied brusquely, then
A pause followed, perhaps indicating his reluctance to hung up
Then,
Dolores chose the most i
most lavish car in th
car in the garage, in commanding aura undeniable as she took to the road.
She drove directly to the city’s most excluuve hotel and briskly handed her black card to the receptionist. “Hook the p
presidential suite for three
The receptionist, smiling, look the card, “Of course, ma’am. That will be 5 million dollars. Additionally, there’s a 30% penalty for early checkout” Undeterred, Dolores calmly responded, “Just charge it”
She knew that by tomorrow, accessing Adam’s finances might no longer be an option. Although her lawyer had drafted a divorce petition for an equitable asset split, she was keenly aware of the Walcott Group formidable legal force.
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If Adam decided to fight, escaping unscathed might be impossible. Hence, she resolved to savor these moments while she still bore the Walcott After all, if she didn’t spend the money now, it would inevitably end up elsewhere.
After swaping her card, the receptionist handed over the room key with a respectful nod. “Here’s your key, ma’am”
At that moment, it felt like every gaze in the lobby clung to Dolores Sherry, marking her as a walking, breathing symbol of opulence.
Meanwhile, outside the hospital’s OR, Adam caught a glimpse of Dolores’s credit card statement.
e was about to dial her number, Alison
A flicker of doubt shadowed his face–it wasn’t the amount but the payee that snagged his attention, Just as he was al was wheeled out of surgery.
She was still in her dance costume, her arm stitched up from a nasty gash caused by a stage prop–honestly, it was a horrific sight. Her face was ghostly pale, portraying an image of sheer vulnerability.
Adam pocketed his phone and hurried over. “Doc, how’s she looking?”
“She’s got a mild concussion, bruising all over, and minor spinal trauma. But all in all, it’s nothing life–threatening,” the doctor patiently explained. Despite the reassuring diagnosis, the gravity of her fall had everyone on edge. Alison, her eyes clouded with worry, pressed, “Is this gonna affect m
rancer?”
The doctor hedged, “Depends on how you heal up. There is a chance, yeah
my
Tears threatened in Alison’s eyes, but she steadied herself and turned to Adam. “Adam, thanks a ton for today. You can bugger off no
now: I’ve
got this
Before she could finish, the doctor interjected sternly. “No, you’re not staying alone. Not with a concussion. You need someone here.” Alison hesitated, then Adam interjected, Tm sticking around tonight. Just try and get some rest
Knowing Adam for years, Alison murmured a soft thank you, then asked. “Should I give Dolores a ring to explain?” With the rumor mill churning. she figured Dolores must have caught wind of it.
need.
Adam paused, irritation flickering across his face. “No no
Adam spent the entire night at the hospital, only heading back at dawn. As he entered, the housekeeper, who was tidying up, inquired, “Mr. Walcott, just got in Want some breakfast!”
“Yeah,” he muttered, a splitting headache pounding through his temples. Massaging his forehead, he offhandedly asked, “Where is Dolores?”
“Mrs. Walcon likely headed to the office early, didn’t catch her this morning
Adam wasn’t keen on strangers around the house, hence the housekeeper didn’t reside there.
Clancing at his watch, he mused, Dolores should be at breakfast by now. Did she book that hotel room just for herself?
Realizing she hadn’t returned all night made his mood plummet.
Unawarr of)
This growing anger, the housekeeper served breakfast and handed him a document. “Mr. Walcott, this came from the management first thing, said it was a delivery for you”
Normally, his home address was off the r accepted the document.
property
records, with all correspondence routed through his oflice. Today, though, he was less bothered and
His expression chilled as he eyed the bold “Divorce Agreement on the cover. He skimmed the contents, a cold laugh escaping hi atsen division. “Damn detailed, but she bold?”
bin when he hit the
Everything he coward was on the in
line—properties, cars, cash, stocks, all split straight dow
down the middle.
The housekeeper, seasing the frosty atmosphere, wished she could just disappear. Clutching the divorce papers, Adam grabbed his phone and
duled a nuindern.
Dolores’s groggy voire answered, “What’s up?”
