He Called Me Dirty, He Was The One Cheating Chapter 10

He Called Me Dirty, He Was The One Cheating Chapter 10

The laughter grew louder, raw and unhinged. “Grandson?”

He grabbed the report from the desk and hurled it into Mrs. Sterling’s face.

Papers scattered across the floor. “Look at it yourself. What kind of bastard is she carrying?”

Mrs. Sterling froze. She bent down and picked up the report from the floor.

A few seconds later, her face went white, and her legs gave out. She collapsed to the ground.

Winter in Chicago came earlier that year than ever before.

Sterling Corp’s crisis fully erupted within two weeks.

Without Elena, all the hidden cracks became fatal wounds.

He drove Lauren and the bastard in her belly out of Chicago like trash.

When Lauren knelt at the gate of Sterling Estate, crying and begging, he didn’t even glance at

her.

He finally understood that the filth had never belonged to anyone else.

It had been in his own arrogant, willfully blind heart all along.

It was snowing in New York.

I stood below my apartment with my suitcase, ready to head to the airport.

Today was the day Jonathan and I were set to move forward on a new project.

And it was the day the Cook County Courthouse officially issued the divorce decree.

A black sedan was parked at the curb, its body covered in snow. It had clearly been there for a long time.

The door opened, and Damon stepped out.

He had lost so much weight he looked skeletal. His eyes were sunken. He wore only a thin coat and shivered violently in the snow.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he almost stumbled as he rushed toward me.

“Elena…”

He stopped in front of me, and his knees buckled. He knelt straight down into the snow.

People passing by turned to stare, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m sorry…”

He looked up at me, tears and melted snow streaming down his face and dripping onto the

ground.

“I checked everything. You never lied to me. I was blind. I was a bastard…”

“I got rid of Lauren. I don’t want anything.”

“Elena, please. Just one more chance. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you…”

He reached out with a trembling hand, trying to touch the hem of my coat.

I stepped back. That one step stopped him cold, and the hope in his eyes died on the spot.

I looked at the man who had once made me lose myself completely.

I felt no thrill of revenge. No ripple of emotion. Only absolute calm.

“Damon Sterling.” I looked down at him.

“Three years ago, on our wedding night, you decided I wasn’t worth loving.”

“Three years later, I’m deciding you’re not worth staying for.”

I pulled a document from my bag and tossed it onto the snow in front of him.

It was the divorce decree the court had just delivered.

“We’re even now.”

I turned and walked toward the SUV parked not far away.

Jonathan stood by the car, holding a black umbrella over me.

“Let’s go,” he said softly.

I nodded and got in.

The car pulled away, and I didn’t look back at the man kneeling in the snow, sobbing his heart

out.

Three hours later.

The flight to Paris, France climbed into the clouds.

I sat by the window, staring at the blinding sunlight outside.

The sunlight pierced through the clouds and landed on my left hand.

That empty ring finger once had a deep ring mark.

I ran my thumb over the spot.

And for the first time, I realized.

It didn’t hurt anymore.