"I wouldn't have gotten involved if it wasn't you."
The words make her entire body jerk. But she still doesn't look my way, and that's fine.
"And I still want you to divorce him. I still want you to be my wife."
There are other things I have to say that will have her looking my way, just like she's doing now.
"Mr. Everford—" Her lovely face is distraught, and her tone perfectly matches it.
"I'm not going to ask you to sign something that's a complete lie. But I can also tell you right now that in less than a week's time, he’ll ask you to sign something else."
"W-What do you mean by something else?"
"Irreconcilable differences."
"Oh." She slowly nods. "T-That's fine with me."
"And if he asks that you waive any claim on his assets in return?"
This time, she answers without hesitation. "I don't care. I don't want anything from him."
I knew she'd say that, but to hear her actually say the words is something else, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to lean forward and kiss her.
Patience, Everford.
Nicole won’t be the girl I’ve wanted my whole life if she were the type to easily ignore her vows, regardless of how unfaithful her douchebag of a husband is.
But all the same, I think it’s best to warn her—
“Give it a week at most,” I tell her.
“A...week?”
“Before he starts singing a different tune.”
“Oh.”
“But until then I'll be moving to my office—”
Nicole looks upset again. “It’s not right—”
“I can’t promise not to make a move on you if I stay here.”
She shuts up.
“It will only be a week,” I say gravely. “I know it will be hard not to see me for so long—”
A choked laugh escapes her.
“But you’ll survive. You can spend the time thinking about what you’ll say to me...once you’re free of Pettyfer, and I’m going to ask you for the second time to be my wife.”
Chapter Fifteen
DAY ONE.
I wake up to the smell of breakfast, and it immediately reminds me of that morning...with him.
Let's leave it like that for now, Nicole.