Jilted Ex-wife Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 37

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“Why should I?‘ Timothy raised his chin defiantly.

Micah knew he had no legitimate reason to make the demand. ‘Consider this a favour. I’ll owe you one.

A favour from the Cavanaughs carried considerable weight.

But not to Timothy.

He snorted out a laugh. ‘Like I care.‘

He stuffed his phone back into his jeans pocket. ‘If Darya had lost the bet today, do you know what’s going to happen to her?‘

Micah knitted his brows.

He’d never let it come to that.

‘Would you do her a favour and ask Ryan to back off?‘ Timothy stabbed a finger in Micah’s direction. ‘Everyone knows Ryan Mendez is at the beck and call of the great Mr Cavanaugh. For all I know, you’re the one who asked him to initiate the challenge.‘

Micah looked at Darya, who returned with a level gaze.

Behind her, Bianca, Harley and Winfred had gathered, silently backing her up.

‘Even Ryan didn’t ask for the photos back.‘ Timothy was relentless. ‘Who are you to speak for him? Do you own

him?‘

Micah took a deep breath.

Somehow, Timothy’s protective attitude towards Darya irked him.

‘If I can’t speak for Ryan,‘ he countered, ‘who are you to speak for Darya?‘

‘I’m her friend.‘ Timothy stood straighter. ‘One of the best.‘

‘I’ve never seen you around her before.‘

“That’s because you never paid enough attention to her.‘

‘What you are doing seems to come from more than just friendship.‘ Micah blurted out the question before he could stop himself, ‘Are you pursuing her?‘

Darya shook her head.

Micah was being a good friend to Ryan, yet he found it difficult to believe that she could have friends, too. They said you should never meet your heroes because you would only end up disappointed and di

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Darya learned that lesson the hard way.

Micah Cavanaugh was a brave hero, a good friend, an effective leader.

But he wasn’t a good husband.

Hiding his hands in his pockets, Micah clenched them into fists.

He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth.

He had no right to ask such a personal question.

It was none of his business whom Darya wanted to date.

Timothy stepped forward until he was toe to toe with Micah.

They locked eyes.

‘Yes, I’m wooing her. What about it?‘

Micah’s jaw tightened.

The veins on the back of his hands stood out.

Smiling, Darya kicked Timothy lightly in his calf. ‘Stop joking around. Let’s go back to the club.‘

Micah knew there was zero chance of him getting Timothy to delete those photos tonight.

He left before he lost his temper.

Ryan was hiding out in Micah’s white Audi R8.

He poked his head over the front windshield. ‘Are they gone?‘

Micah said nothing, just started the engine.

Ryan breathed out when the club disappeared from view. ‘I shouldn’t have made the bet.‘

He stretched out his long legs and started playing Monday morning quarterback. ‘But how was I supposed to know that woman could drink?‘

He turned towards Micah and complained, ‘You never told me she can drink.‘

‘I didn’t know,‘ Micah said in a low voice.

There were a lot of things he didn’t know about his ex–wife.

But he planned to find out.

Ryan slumped in the front passenger seat. ‘Who knew a gold digger like her can sing like an angel and drink like a fish? Tsk, I underestimated her.‘

He poked Micah’s arm. ‘You are not thinking of getting back together with her, are you?‘

When Micah kept quiet, Ryan’s jaw dropped. ‘Are you serious? No way! Come on, tell me you are not thinking that. You can’t be serious.‘

Working himself up into a lather, Ryan kept nagging. ‘Sure, she’s good–looking. But there are plenty more

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women prettier and sexier than her You’d just gotten rid of her. Why would you want to go back? Look at her, club–hopping like a pro less than two months after the divorce. She’s shown her true colours. She has moved on. So should you…”

Ryan rambled on and vented.

He didn’t notice his friend’s face had grown a shade darker with every sentence he uttered.

Micah tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

His mother, his sister, and now his friend.

Every one of them was telling him to forget about her and move on.

But his heart was telling him something else.

Ryan’s body was flung forward when the car came to a sudden screeching halt.

He would have flown out through the windshield if he didn’t have his seatbelt on.

‘Ouch!‘ He touched his forehead. ‘What the hell? Why did you stop?‘

Micah pressed a button on the electronic dashboard.

The door on Ryan’s side opened upward.

‘Get out.‘

‘What?‘ Ryan stared at his friend. ‘Why?‘

He glanced out the window. ‘We are not at my house yet.‘