You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 12

You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 12

From the moment I knew Adrian had hidden Vivian Shaw here, I had used that money to buy this

house at a high price under Jenna’s name.

At first, the owner refused to sell no matter how much money was offered.

“My boss doesn’t need money.”

But after hearing my name, he transferred it to me at the original price without another word.

I slowly opened the door.

A man and woman were locked in a lingering kiss, unwilling to part.

When she heard movement, the woman saw me from the corner of her eye. She screamed and

shoved the man hard.

Adrian had his back to me. He didn’t move.

My steps were light. I wore Adrian’s most familiar perfume.

I leaned lightly against the doorframe and looked at the man’s stiff back.

I thought I would be heartbroken.

I touched my chest.

Dead silence.

He seemed frozen in place.

As if that would keep him from facing the fact that he had been caught in the act.

After a long time, I spoke softly.

“Let’s go, Adrian Whitmore.”

The moment he heard my voice, the man turned around like a puppet whose switch had been flipped. His hand hanging at his waist was trembling.

He looked at me in panic, then stubbornly straightened his back.

Since he had already done wrong, why not keep doing wrong?

“Vivian.”

He turned his head toward the woman standing at the door in conservative pajamas.

“Wait for me. I want beef when I get back.”

“Okay.”

The woman’s eyes brightened at once.

Exactly as I had expected.

This was Adrian. He would hide things carefully, but once he was truly exposed, he would abandon

all concealment.

I held my bag and pressed the elevator button.

He followed me stiffly without saying a word.

Adrian stared silently at the road in front of him. He didn’t ask where I was driving.

I gripped the steering wheel.

Good, Nora Bloom. You did well.

I understood Adrian. He had a hundred ways to fool me, lie to me, coax me, then erase what he had

done in a hundred more ways so I could never find evidence.

There was only one way.

I had to see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears.

Only then would he be thrown off balance.

Only when he was thrown off balance would his arrogance and pride take over.

Only then would he stop holding my hand and refusing to let go.

Outside the county clerk’s office, I looked at the man whose eyes had gone empty.

“Get out.”

“I ”

His voice sounded dry.

“I didn’t bring the marriage certificate.”

I opened my bag.

I had.

From the moment I knew he had cheated, I had prepared for today. All the documents had been in

this bag for a long time.

Thirty minutes later, he and I stood in front of the clerk.

In front of me was the divorce property agreement his lawyer had drafted.

His smile was very fake.

“Nora, if you sign this, you get nothing.”

The agreement his lawyer drafted gave me nothing.

I didn’t pause at all. I signed neatly.

He didn’t know how long I had prepared for this day.

After signing, I handed him the pen.

He stared at the document and didn’t take it.

“Miss Shaw is still waiting for you to eat beef.”

“Adrian Whitmore, sign it.”

“Fine. You’re ruthless, Nora Bloom. As you wish.”

Adrian signed with a flourish.