Chapter 3

Effie's eyes widened in shock, and she rushed to explain herself.

"No, it's not what you think. I never saw it that way. Things between Mitchell and me have really fallen apart, and my grandma's getting older-she's always hoped I'd settle down soon. That's the only reason I want to get married."-

Use Lyman as a backup plan? She wasn't crazy.

Lyman's expression remained unreadable, giving nothing away.

"You're really willing to leave him?" he asked, voice cool.

She scoffed, a flicker of disdain in her eyes. "What's there to miss about a guy who can't stop cheating?" The sting of being humiliated in that private room still lingered, but it had also snapped her awake. After what Mitchell said, she was done-completely done.

Lyman's eyes glimmered with something bright as his brows arched, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

He half-closed his eyes, lifting his chin ever so slightly, his voice low and rough as if straining with restraint. "You're sure about this?"

Tears shimmered in her eyes, but her words were steady. "I'm sure. I'm done with trash."

her sensitive ear. "You're the one who came to me first,"

she couldn't speak. Finally, lashes trembling, she looked up at him. "I won't

already thrown caution to the

Lyman

stared at him, caught off guard. "That

there

take me home?

after, Lyman dropped her

to move in with his mistress Vera, everything had changed. Vera's daughter

on reality and, not long

Shepard for it all—her mother's death, her

college, and, by coincidence or fate, had landed a job at Mitchell's company, E&M Group. At the recent holiday party, Suzan performed a solo dance that wowed everyone-and,

business, earning a name for itself in just a few years. Maybe that's why Suzan wanted

but strictly on the design team. She rarely crossed paths with Mitchell, let alone paid

drawn a firm line between herself and

she never expected Mitchell to stoop

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