Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 45

Chuck had met Suzan a handful of times.

Aside from being younger, he honestly couldn't see any redeeming qualities in her.

Especially with all that tech on display-she dressed like a walking gadget store, and it was honestly off-putting.

The first time Chuck had met Suzan, he'd sensed something calculating about her. She was clever, maybe a little too clever for her own good.

She was nothing compared to Effie. Not even in the same league.

And yet, somehow, the two were half-sisters-same father, different mothers.

What really disgusted Chuck was that Suzan had known perfectly well that Mitchell was her sister's fiancé, and still she'd gone after him. There was no shame in her game, and Chuck found it despicable.

But Mitchell seemed utterly bewitched by her. He thought Suzan was beautiful and young; even her little tantrums and moods struck him as endearing.

Mitchell, for his part, was reveling in the whole thing.

It was a classic case of the onlooker seeing clearly while the person involved was hopelessly blind.

Chuck could see it plain as day: Mitchell was completely infatuated, unable to see the situation for what it was.

Once he and Effie really split up, that's when Mitchell would realize what a mistake he'd made. Regret would come, sure as day.

let out a scornful laugh. "Impossible. Suzan's sweet and thoughtful, and she makes the first move. Effie? She's as prim as a nun-so uptight

shut. He knew arguing

later, Mitchell would have to learn his

out of his mind, lost

thinking of himself as special, someone

always looked

figured Effie needed him, couldn't get by

when Effie finally made a clean break, Mitchell was

he wired the money over

This was her "compensation" for

string of numbers on her

It was finally done.

Time to start

résumé, ready to

of the competition she'd entered. The first round

decided to go grocery shopping and

lately, she'd barely had time

threw on some comfortable clothes and headed

was only a few blocks away, so she decided to

the stroll pleasant, and for the first time in a while, Effie

crosswalk across from the supermarket, an old, battered van