He Called Me Dirty, He Was The One Cheating Chapter 08

He Called Me Dirty, He Was The One Cheating Chapter 08

I looked at him without a single ripple of emotion in my eyes.

“You should have received the summons.”

“Damon, the only option left between us is court.”

The wind in New York cut straight through me.

Damon stood below the steps, staring at me, his chest heaving violently..

“Court?” He let out a cold’snort, as if I’d just told the world’s most ridiculous joke.

“Elena, do you really think you can beat Sterling Corp’s legal department?”

He stepped closer, and his tone softened again, dripping with that familiar, condescending

charity.

“Stop this. Come home with me.”

“If you come back now and drop the lawsuit, I’ll let everything in the past go.”

“You’ll still be Mrs. Sterling. The lady of the house.”

I stared at his self-righteous expression and felt like I was watching something absurd.

“Let it go?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Damon, I’m the one holding you accountable. You don’t get to forgive me.”

He frowned, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t falling in line.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“Is this about Lauren?”

He took a deep breath, like he was offering me some huge favor.

“She’s pregnant now. The child needs a stable environment. Don’t take this too far. Once she gives birth, I’ll give her money and make her leave.”

“When that’s done, you can raise the child and pass it off as your own. That way, nobody can

talk behind your back about you not being able to have kids.”

I stood there, frozen, and something inside me went cold. So this was his grand solution.

He wanted me, the woman he’d spent three years treating like she was unclean, to raise his mistress’s baby and act grateful for the privilege.

I looked at him, and nausea churned in my stomach. “Damon, it’s not that I can’t have

children. You make me sick.”

I spoke each word clearly and deliberately. “Her child has nothing to do with me.”

Damon’s face twisted, then turned iron-gray. “Elena, you are coming home with me today!”

He lunged forward and tried to force me into his car. Before his hand could reach hand caught it in midair.

me,

another

Jonathan’s grip was firm. He clamped down on Damon’s wrist and shoved him back a step. “Mr. Sterling, control yourself.”

The warmth had vanished from Jonathan’s face, replaced by a cold warning. “Elena has made

herself very clear. She doesn’t want to see you.”

Damon shook off Jonathan’s hand, his eyes dark and vicious. “This is between my wife and me. It’s none of your business, you outsider!”

“Outsider?” Jonathan gave a cold smile.

“Mr. Sterling, you seem to forget that the court summons in your hand makes it very clear you’re in the middle of a divorce.”

“Right now, Elena is a core partner at my company. I have a responsibility to protect my employee from harassment.”

Jonathan turned to me and softened his voice. “Elena, get in the car.”

I didn’t spare Damon another glance. I opened the passenger door and got in.

Jonathan walked around the front, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.

Through the car window, I saw Damon standing in place, his face ashen, his hands clenched

into fists.

It was the first time he had been shut out..

And the first time he realized that the orders he’d once given so easily no longer meant anything to Elena.