My Lawyer Fiancé Left Me at the Altar for a Pregnant Fraud Chapter 05

My Lawyer Fiancé Left Me at the Altar for a Pregnant Fraud Chapter 05

Building Lowell & Finch LLP was our shared dream.

I’d poured years into this firm. It wasn’t just a job. It was home.

People called us the power couple of the legal circuit. Said we looked good together. Said we were proof that

two lawyers could build something real.

Junior associates told me they wanted what we had.

Caspian Lowell. The husband benchmark. Brilliant in court. Stunning at galas. Loyal to a fault.

He cooked. He cleaned. He didn’t flirt. He didn’t stray.

Until he didn’t.

And now he was going to do the right thing. Take responsibility. Step up for that girl and her baby.

Admirable, really.

Just at my expense.

I wasn’t going to stick around and let us rot into something bitter. Two people who used to love each other, turning into enemies under the same roof.

I’d seen that movie. I knew how it ended.

Caspian’s expression flickered. Something almost soft passed through his eyes.

Then the lawyer in him took over.

He stared at the 27-page separation and equity transfer agreement. His expression darkened.

“Marlowe. What the hell is this? Explain.”

I remembered the words he’d thrown at me at the Roosevelt Ballroom.

It felt right to hand them back.

“It means what it means, Lowell. Don’t drag this out in front of everyone.”

His jaw locked. He didn’t speak.

The air in my office got heavier.

“You went after her. I didn’t accuse you of anything you didn’t do.”

“And now you’re throwing a tantrum. Who is that supposed to impress?”

I used to believe Caspian would always have my back. No matter what.

I’d forgotten who I was dealing with.

He was a litigator. Fair, reasonable, objective to a fault.

“I’m not throwing anything,” I said. My voice stayed level. “I drafted this on a night I couldn’t sleep. Figured I

should have it ready. Just in case.”

A strange, hollow lightness crept into my chest.

“I just didn’t think ‘that day’ would come so fast.”

Those nights off. I’d sit in the Finch-Lowell residence, wrapped in air that still smelled like him. Staring out

the window.

Where was he sleeping? Who was he eating with?

Was she next to him?

I’d lie awake until dawn, my brain chewing itself raw.

So I forced myself into spreadsheets. I pulled every financial record from the firm. Every asset we held

jointly. Every account.

I knew myself. If the worst happened, I’d crumble. I needed something solid to hold onto.

On those sleepless, rain-soaked nights, I drafted a document. Page by page. All 27 of them.

Caspian stared at the agreement as if it were written in a foreign language.

“This could’ve been fixed with an apology. Yet you’re taking it this far?”

Let him think what he wanted.

“Yes.”

He shook his head. Something between disbelief and disgust.

“Fine.”

He signed. Clean. Fast. No hesitation.

“I hope you don’t regret this.”

I gathered the papers and offered him a smile I didn’t feel.

“I won’t.”

I thought it would destroy me.

Standing there, holding his signature, I waited for the grief to hit.

Nothing came.

Maybe I’d already felt it all. Maybe the nerve endings had just burned out.

I stepped into the main office and gathered everyone.

My voice was calm. Steady. I told them I was selling my equity to Caspian. Full withdrawal from the partnership. I’d be leaving Lowell & Finch LLP.

The room erupted.

“Don’t go.”

“Marlowe, please.”

“This isn’t right.”

Caspian stepped forward.

His voice cut through the noise like a blade.

“What? Any of you want to leave with her?”

Silence fell like a guillotine.

People shuffled back to their desks. Eyes down. Mouths shut.

I waved at them. Smile still in place.

“See you around.”