I Saw The Comments Predicting My Divorce And Fired The Cause First Chapter 09

I Saw The Comments Predicting My Divorce And Fired The Cause First Chapter 09

Willow showed up while I was testing lights in the studio.

The receptionist told me someone was here to see me. I walked out to the lobby, and there she was, dressed down, with no makeup on, her hair twisted into a loose knot. She looked nothing like the girl I’d confronted at the office.

“Harper.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Do you have a minute?”

I took her to the café downstairs.

She sat across from me, fingers twisting at the hem of her blouse, the same nervous habit from the day I’d held up that bag of oranges in front of the whole office.

“Mr. Sterling transferred me to a dead-end branch out of the city.”

“He told me if I don’t resign, he’ll fire me and make sure no one in the industry will hire me.”

“Harper, I’m the only one taking care of my grandma. I can’t afford to be unemployed.”

I watched her. Said nothing.

“I know I was wrong.” Tears spilled down her face. “I shouldn’t have overstepped with Mr. Sterling, I shouldn’t have bought those oranges, I shouldn’t have…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She stared at me.

“Having feelings for someone isn’t a crime.” I took a sip of my coffee.

“You just picked the wrong guy. Miles, whoever ends up with him is going to be miserable.”

And I meant it.

He was too busy, too consumed by the empire he’d built to have anything left for anyone else.

He could give you the money, the house, every material thing you could want. But he couldn’t give you his time. He couldn’t give you presence. And he’d never look at you like you were the only person in the room.

Willow wiped her eyes, voice cracking.

“Harper, please, can you help me? I can’t go back home. My grandma’s medical bills are piling up, and if I lose this job…”

I thought about it. Then I pulled out my phone.

“A contact of mine runs a photography studio, and she’s looking for an assistant. You studied design, right? You’d be a good fit.”

Willow’s eyes went wide.

“You’d… you’d really help me?”

“I’m not helping you because I’ve forgiven you.” I held her gaze. “I’m helping you because you don’t matter enough for me to hate you. In my story, you’re barely even a side character.”

Willow dropped her head and sobbed, long, raw, messy sobs.

I texted her the studio’s address and contact info, then stood up.

“Keep your head down, do good work, and stop chasing married men.
Life’s too long to waste it like that.”

I walked out.

Outside the café, the sun was out. It felt good on my face.

The comments exploded…

[The ex-wife just HELPED Willow??? After everything???]

[I’m literally crying. She actually helped her.]

[“In my story, you’re barely even a side character.” EXCUSE ME?? That line just ended me.]

[THIS is what a real female lead looks like.]

[Everyone who was trashing her in the early chapters, how does it feel to be WRONG.]

[I was one of them and I’m SO sorry. I was so wrong.]

[She just taught me something. Real strength isn’t revenge. It’s not caring enough to need it.]