Chapter 22

The latest Manhattan gossip was all about a shocking transformation: notorious playboy and CEO Alistair Chase had suddenly gone cold turkey on his

womanizing ways.

Every mistress-including his pregnant girlfriend-had been kicked to the curb as he launched an all-out campaign to win back his ex-wife.

"Wait, they actually got divorced? I totally missed that memo. Last I saw, he was following her around insisting they were still married..."

"Oh honey, it's been official for months. He's just in denial and still introduces himself as her husband."

Some people at the corner table kept dishing, completely oblivious that the star of their bitchfest was sitting just a few tables away.

Elaine sipped her latte, genuinely puzzled by the whole situation. Why was Alistair, who could barely be bothered to look at her during their marriage, now blowing up her phone and ambushing her at every turn?

here?" Elaine asked, staring across

her, she couldn't buy

once and walked away broke. No way was she making that bet

make this

case scenario? We pretend we don't

leave. Seeing him ready to

roots in New York. She couldn't bail on her father's legacy now, especially after weeks of non-stop meetings to get the company back on solid ground. Her personal drama

wrist. His eyes were practically begging. "Please," he said quietly. "I know I've been the world's biggest jerk. Hate me, scream at me, whatever you

his desperate face,

were still alive, if this had happened before the whole Vivian disaster, maybe this version of Alistair might have gotten to her. Maybe she would

doesn't work

gone forever. Everything that happened was permanently etched

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