Chapter 5
Adele hadn’t expected him to show up out of nowhere. She blinked, rought off guard.|||
“It’s nothing, I just meant… you’ve been gone the past few days. You haven’t been to the h
- hospital“]
Byron glanced at her expression.didn’t push
I’ve been slammed with work. There’s a new deal on the table and I’ve been working overtime non stop. Didn’t have time to drop by.
He said it casually without even blinking. Adele’s eyes lowered slighty, her tone even colder nove.
“If you’re that busy, you don’t need to come at all. I can handle myself.”
Bus Byron took it the wrong way.
pkmy, that’s on me. I’ve wrapped up most of it alrendy–I’ll stay dour and make it up to you.”
As bespoke, he reached out like he was about to take her home. A few moments later, his assistant walked in with an armful of luxury shopping bags, every of them sparkling with logos and price tags.
Adele looked at them and shook her head without emotion.
“I don’t like them
Byron immediately signaled for new ones.
“Alright, I’ll get you something else. Jewelry? Dresses? Anything you want just name–find something you’ll like.”
But nothing he mentioned stirred her even slightly.||
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For three years, every holiday, every anniversary, he had sent her plenty of gifts. Her dressing room was packed with luxury logos and barely distinguishable styles–like the storage room of a high–end boutique.]
She used to think those gift meant something–that they were his way of caring. So even when she wasn’t interested, she’d still smile and accept them.]
But today, hearing him ask what she liked–after all these years–it finally clicked]
he never knew. He just didn’t care enough to know.Gifts were simply an obligation. A price tag ngant he couldn’t go wrong.
So this time, she didn’t pretend to be polite.]]
“Stop it, I don’t need any of it. And don’t send me anything in the future either.“||
y to give you gifts.
It was the first time Byron had ever heard her say something like that. A flicker of unease crossed his face.“You’re my wife. It’s my responsibility to Why would that be a bother?“]}
But what if she wasn’t anymore?||
How monic, Byron. You don’t even realize you’ve already signed the divorce papers|||
In the days that fallowed, Byron stayed home, barely tearing the house
How ironis, Byron. You dont even realize–you already signed the divorce papers ||
In the days that followed, Byron barely let the house
Adele, meanwhile, started packing
she no longer used, clothes she didn’t care about, the tailored suits and razors she once picked out for him, their matching mugs, framed photos
bue by une, she sorted through it all
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noticed the growing pile and looked confused.]
He was just about to ask when his phone lit up–Scarlett Without hesitation, he stepped away to take the call
Adele saw the name to She didn’t need to guess where he was going.
As the dont clicked shut behind him, she gatelly dumped everything into the trash
Moments later, her phone rang
It was his assistant
“Ms. DelaSalle, you need to come to Nightfall Club right away. Mr. Lowelton’s in troubler
The assistant, usually calm and collected, now sounded mapletely shalen
Adele frowned, grabbed her bag, and flagged a tab. On the way, she looked up the club–underground raci
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Walt Wasn’t he supposed to be with Scaglen?What the hell was he doing at a racing club?|||
en she arrived and saw the man standing across from Byron, it all clicked ||
When
Xavier Flynn
Scarlett’s ex from college. The guy who was all booze, smokes, bar fights- and an unhealthy addiction to street racing
Adele had heard about him. Even after their breakup, he’d pop up now and then, harassing Scarlett.
And from the looks of it, he hadn’t changed.
Right on cue, Xavier fossed a racing sult at Byron’s fret.]]
“Scarlet doesn’t want a rich boy at all. She wants adrenaline. Chaos! You say you’re here to protect her? Fine. Prove it. One race. Loser leaves away–for good okay?”
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