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Chapter 220

The Holcomb family’s maneuvering grew transparent. Clearly, Sally was hedging her bets, keeping Tracy on standby as the reserve daughter in Dra last shred of goodwill I harbored for Sally evaporated.

I understood -my resolve for divorce was absolute, and as Jared’s mother, securing his future was natural. But by actively courting Tracy, she’d relinquished any moral standing to meddle in the divorce proceedings.

Sally had intended secrecy, but Yvonne became the unforeseen leak, prematurely blowing her grandmother’s cover. I meticulously saved three photos where Tracy’s presence was undeniable.

Melissa slammed her palm on the table, incensed. “Vipers! Absolute vipers. You’re not even legally divorced, and they’re already auditioning replacements? The sheer audacity. Victoria, divorcing that man was the single wisest decision you’ve ever made.”

A profound sense of detachment settled over me. I was finally untethered. The sting of divorce couldn’t reach me now. “Indeed,” I murmured. “Let’s see what their next move is.” Then I steered the conversation elsewhere. No point squandering energy on their theatrics.

Melissa wisely avoided mentioning Nathan again. She understood my principles. I wasn’t one for blurred lines. Until the divorce was finalized, any whiff of scandal with another man could jeopardize my position.

Returning to my temporary office after lunch, I found Jared ensconced in my chair, idly flipping through one of my books. Nearby, Ryan fidgeted with a pen, his gaze locked on Jared with the wary stillness of a predator assessing a rival.

“Ms. Murphy, Mr. Holcomb has been waiting for some time,” a colleague offered pointedly as I entered.

another chimed in, a teasing lilt in her

saved his life to earn this kind of

only they knew the truth. He wasn’t saved by me; he

gaze lifted to meet mine, his expression

pushed through the door. Jared rose smoothly, surrendering my chair. Deliberately bypassing the seat he’d warmed, I dragged a side chair to the opposite side of the

be so distant? I was merely passing by

land on the elegant basket beside the desk. Inside

courtship isn’t entirely lost on

short, humorless laugh. “I suppose attempting to remedy past

male models–each sculpted like a Greek god. In

a flash of genuine pain in his eyes. “Victoria,” the plea was

mercilessly. While Sally and Yvonne were scouting your next bride in Aurelia, you performed this devotion

wouldn’t miss a chance to flaunt her position. No, he knew. And knowing, he still arrived bearing sweetness. Was his

divorce?” he retorted, his voice taut with suppressed anger. “All I sought was a moment of

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at the desktop, drawing a slow, steadying breath. I compartmentalized the unsettling encounter and forced my focus back onto