I Funded His Company And He Funded His Affair With My Money Chapter 20

I Funded His Company And He Funded His Affair With My Money Chapter 20

I didn’t answer that.

Instead, I asked, “You’ve been gone every night lately. Were you with her?”

“Yes. She’s pregnant.”

“The wedding delay? The venue change? The new theme? Was that her too?”

“She got emotional watching us get married.”

Every word went into my chest like a blade.

All the things he had done that I couldn’t understand before finally made sense.

Every one of them had been for another woman.

“Audrey,” he cut in, his voice low and impatient, “what’s the point of going over all that now?”

“If you want a divorce, I’ll have my assistant send the papers tomorrow.”

Whatever calm I had been clawing together shattered in an instant.

“I’m not divorcing you!”

The scream tore out of my throat sharp enough to split the room open.

My eyes burned as I stared at him.

“You want me to step aside and make room for the two of you?” I laughed once, ugly and raw.

“‘Dream on.”

“Fine.” He stood, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door.

“Stop.” I lunged forward and caught his arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“It’s Wednesday.”

He peeled my fingers off him one by one.

I stared at him in disbelief. “This is our wedding night.”

He turned and looked at me like I was the one being unreasonable.

“We had an arrangement,” he said. “Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I’m with her. Tuesday,

Thursday, and Saturday, I’m home. You agreed to it.”

He frowned at his watch: six o’clock.

Then he walked out, tossing one sentence over his shoulder.

“Stick to the arrangement. If you can’t handle it, get a divorce.”

“Adrian!”

My eyes went red with fury.

I chased after him, grabbing the first thing I saw and hurling it at his back.

A jagged piece sliced across his forehead, and blood streamed down instantly, bright red against his/ skin, darkening his face.

Ever since he took control of the Sterling family, no one had dared lay a hand on him.

He turned and looked at me, his eyes deep and cold.

I started laughing.

Then I spat out two words, “Serves you.’

But in the end, he just gave me a quick glance.

Then he took out a handkerchief and pressed it to the cut.

“If breaking things makes you feel better, break them,” he said. “The Sterling family can afford it. Just don’t hurt yourself.”

Then he left.

And I lost my mind.