“No. What do you want?”
“We want you to give the divorce to Isabella.”
Heck yeah.
“I can’t do that. Business is business, and I made the arrangement with her father. You can negotiate with him, but it’s out of my hands.”
Cash went toward him.
“Don’t. He’s right.” I looked at Mark. “My father would destroy him and come at me.” I’d long given up hope that he’d one day truly love me for me and not what I could do for him.
“I’ll give you your money back.” That got their attention. And mine. “Every penny. And when her dad bites it, you get your divorce.”
Should I be mad he referred to my father passing as “bites it”? Probably, and maybe it was the day we’d just had, but I found it amusing.
On the way home, I discovered my mates had cleared out all of their savings to get Mark off our asses. That was what “taking care of Mark” had meant. No wonder they hadn’t wanted to tell me. I didn’t know them yet, and in all ways, it sounded like they bought me.
I couldn’t even be mad at them. I might’ve done the same thing with my money had I known it was an option. No. I definitely would’ve.
Deal made, we were about to head home when Mark got a call, one whose ringtone I recognized. My father’s right-hand man.
It was a bunch of “yeses” and “understands,” but when he slid his phone back into his pocket, the first words out of his mouth were, “Divorce granted.”
He explained that the mistress’s plan began with killing my father and ended with killing me. She’d wanted all the money and saw our deaths and her fake baby as the way to get it.
That didn’t work out too well for her.
Later that night, my mates insisted on giving me a bath and pampering me. York rubbed my feet. Cash washed my hair. Lyon exfoliated my skin. All three of them treated me like a princess.
“I did not notice before.” Cash’s hands stopped massaging my scalp. “Do you two scent it?”
They both inhaled deeply.
“I do,” York said, and whatever they scented wasn’t bad because his face was beaming.
“Me too.” Lyon’s hand went to my belly. “You’re pregnant.”
“I’m pregnant?”
They all confirmed they scented the baby now. I was having a baby. I wasn’t broken. It wasn’t about a nest. It was about finding my mate and making our lives safe to welcome a new life.
Thank you, Goddess.
“You better hurry up and get me out of here, because we have some celebrating to do.”
“Pamper first, celebrate after,” York said.
I never thought I’d long for someone to rush a foot rub, but three mates in the bed were far better than any spa day.
“Pamper quickly. I’ve got mates who need to knot me already.”
Suddenly, the foot rub didn’t need to be so thorough after all.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Isabella
I gave my ex what he originally wanted. The connections that being married to me should have transferred but that my father held back. My share of the family business that had been tied up to protect me. Not that it had. But I didn’t want any part of that, anyway. Most of it was criminal, and the rest immoral, and I was well done with having the slightest link to it.
