I Sent Away Every Woman He Loved Until I Became the One Who Left Chapter 01

I Sent Away Every Woman He Loved Until I Became the One Who Left Chapter 01

Every time one of Grant Keller’s girls showed up at my door, I said the same thing.

“Answer three questions for me. Get them right, and I’ll step aside. You’ll be Mrs. Keller.”

“Get them wrong, and you disappear. Either you walk away, or I make you.”

They all thought they were the exception.

Not one of them ever got all three right.

Then Grant brought the girl with the bow in her hair to sit across from me himself.

She smiled with narrowed eyes. “Hey, sis. He doesn’t love you. Just move over, okay?”

“I don’t feel like fighting an old woman.”

I propped my chin on my hand and asked the three questions like always.

She answered fast. She got them wrong fast.

When my assistant moved to escort her out, I smiled and nodded.

“Congratulations.”

I slid my wedding ring off and pushed it across the table. “Starting now, I’m stepping aside.”

—

Grant stood two steps behind her.

A half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

His brow furrowed slightly. Like he hadn’t expected me to say those words.

“I got them right?” The girl’s smile stayed frozen on her face, like she hadn’t caught up yet.

I shook my head. “All wrong.”

She blinked. Her eyes were bright and full of challenge.

“Didn’t you say you’d only step aside if I got them right?”

“Unless…” Her hand drifted down slowly, resting on her flat stomach. “You know you can’t compete anymore?”

I followed the movement. Looked at her flat belly.

Last winter, I found a photo on his phone.

In a dim, neon-lit private room, a young woman leaned against his shoulder.

He explained, “Just a business partner’s daughter. We had a drink.”

Then he pressed me onto the couch. “Meredith, you’re the only wife I’ll ever have. The rest are just for fun.”

“I won’t let them have my kids. Don’t worry, okay?”

…

Empty words again.

The platinum band scraped over my knuckle. Seven years of wearing it had left a pale groove in my skin.

I set the ring on the table.

Brittany glanced at it, her smile widening. “You’re really taking it off?”

“If you don’t want to step aside, then don’t. Making this big a scene is just embarrassing.”

Grant’s hand dropped. Ash fell onto the dark carpet.

“Had enough?” he said, irritation edging his voice.

I stood, grabbed my coat off the chair back, and walked past him.

“Meredith.”

I stopped.

He walked up behind me, turned me around, and hooked his thumb under my chin.

Not looking at his wife. Looking at a subordinate who’d suddenly forgotten her place.

“The door’s right there. Easy to walk out,” he said. “Hard to walk back in. Think it through.”