“No,” Gwyneth replied, her tone unwavering.
Then, she remembered something and added, “If I had the chance to do it all over again, I’d turn you down the moment you sent me that first love letter. I wouldn’t have wanted to meet or know you.”
She had given everything she had to this relationship, holding nothing back.
As she supported Asher with his startup, people kept telling her not to go overboard with being nice to him. After all, the first thing most guys did when they succeeded was ditch their partner.
But Gwyneth refused to believe it. She trusted him and gave him her whole heart.
She never thought he’d cheated on her nine years ago. This betrayal stung worse than if he’d betrayed her after their business took off.
Asher went pale as a ghost, but Gwyneth stayed unfazed. With a cold look, she continued, “If you’re even a little sorry, sign the divorce agreement. We’re done.”
She turned and headed toward the banquet hall, ignoring the look of rage on Asher’s face. She had a lot on her plate. Kieran had put so much effort into preparing the party. She couldn’t let him down.
Kieran saw Asher trying to follow her and raised his hand.
Security wasted no time stepping in to remove him.
Gwyneth showed up at the office the next morning.
Her assistant, Veronica Tate, nervously approached her with a thermal food jar. “Ms. Payne, a guy who says he’s your
your husband just brought you some soup.”
Gwyneth gave it a quick look. It was her favorite butternut squash soup, spiced just right with cinnamon, but she left it untouched. “Keep it. When he comes tomorrow, give it back to him just the way it is.”
