My Fiancé’s Love Was Just a Test?! Too Bad I Passed by Leaving Chapter 09

My Fiancé’s Love Was Just a Test?! Too Bad I Passed by Leaving Chapter 09

Spencer sat waiting for the callback. Nobody in the room dared to look at him.

Vanessa inched over, her voice soft, careful.

“Spencer, just take a breath.”

“This could all still be part of her plan.”

“She just wants to see you spiral.”

Spencer’s head snapped up.

He pointed at the door.

“Get out. I don’t ever want to see your face again.”

Vanessa’s voice cracked.

“Spencer, what are you saying?”

“You’re seriously blaming me for this?”

Spencer’s answer came quiet and deliberate.

“No. Elise never cared enough about any of you to leave because of you. I’m the one who broke her.”

“But I see exactly who you are now, and I’m done looking at it.”

Vanessa opened her mouth, but Graham grabbed her arm and hauled her toward the door.

On his way out, he turned to the rest of the room.

“I don’t care what Spencer’s thinking right now.”

“But if any of you want to keep doing business with my family, you know what to do.”

Nods all around. Nobody argued.

It was over for Vanessa, and everyone in that room knew it.

She’d burned bridges with the two most powerful families in Bellmont.

Graham had drawn the line. Vanessa was on the wrong side of it.

The assistant called back with my location. Spencer was out the door before the call ended.

Graham was right behind him.

Spencer stopped dead.

“Why the hell are you following me?”

Graham didn’t flinch.

“I’m in love with her, Spencer.”

“I thought I was just playing along. But the second she left, I realized I’d never been so terrified of losing

anyone.”

“You son of a…”

Spencer’s fist came up, but Graham caught his arm.

“You want to hit me, fine. Later. Right now, she’s what matters.”

“We find her first. Then we let her choose.”

Spencer’s jaw worked. He lowered his fist.

Within the hour, both of them were on their way to the airport, their assistants scrambling for the next flight

out.

My first two days in Harboridge were the lightest I’d felt in years.

Everything moved slower here. People actually seemed to enjoy being alive.

No late nights grinding through deadlines. No knot in my stomach over a man who didn’t trust me. For the

first time in years, I was finally at peace.

I went to the beach every day. Stretched out on the sand and let the waves and the wind fill up all the quiet

spaces.

My alarm went off on day three, and I actually wanted to get up.

First day at the new office. My stomach was doing flips.

I showed up to the conference room right on time.

I’d been bracing myself for awkward introductions and stiff small talk. Instead, the second I walked in,

streamers rained down over my head.

The coworker who’d met me at the airport handed me a bouquet.

They’d even rehearsed a synchronized welcome cheer, botching the timing so badly it made me laugh.

“Elise, welcome!”

They told me they’d Googled how to throw a proper welcome party and gone all in.

I thanked them, and the knot in my stomach came undone.