Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 22

**Marriage Without Temperature by Mark Twain**

**Chapter 6**

Theo found himself pacing back and forth in the opulent hall of the Blackwood mansion, each step echoing his mounting anxiety. The grandness of the space, with its high ceilings and ornate decor, felt suffocating. He was a caged animal, restless and agitated, until the soft click of a door opening upstairs finally broke the silence.

His heart raced as he craned his neck, hoping for a glimpse of Juliette. Instead, it was Sander who emerged, his presence as imposing as ever.

“Mr. Blackwood… where’s Jul—I mean, Bianca?” Theo’s voice trembled, betraying the calm façade he desperately tried to maintain. “I… I’m here to take her home.”

Sander’s eyes narrowed, sharp and unyielding, sending a shiver down Theo’s spine.

An agonizing pause ensued, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then, a slow, sinister smile crept across Sander’s face, revealing his delight in Theo’s discomfort.

“Who told you the woman I want gets to leave?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

Theo felt his heart drop. “But before… you always—”

“Before was before,” Sander interrupted, leaning back with an air of casual superiority, his smirk cutting like a knife. “This one’s different. I’m keeping her. What’s the matter, Harrington? Can’t even let go of one little mistress?”

Theo’s mouth opened, but the words tangled in his throat. He clenched his jaw, fighting against the wave of frustration and fear that threatened to overwhelm him.

Finally, mustering every ounce of courage, he spoke firmly, “Mr. Blackwood… the woman you had last night… wasn’t Bianca Moreau. It was my wife—Juliette Hawthorne. Harrington heiress.”

Sander’s gaze remained unyielding, his expression unreadable. “She’s important. I’m not just handing her over.”

Theo felt a surge of indignation. “Oh? So that’s the kind of husband you are?” Sander’s laughter rang out, low and derisive, echoing in the vast hall. “Then why the hell did you send your wife here yourself yesterday? You knew exactly what she’d walk into… or did you just not care?”

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a document onto the table, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. “Decide fast. She’s not waiting forever.”

“Sign it. Or the fact that you even tried a switcheroo gives the Blackwoods every reason to crush the Harringtons.”

Theo’s gaze fell onto the papers, and dread washed over him.

Divorce papers.

A bitter laugh escaped him, forced and hollow. “Even if I had no objections, my wife loves me… there’s no way she’d agree to sign this, so I suggest you—”

“Look closer.”

Sander’s finger tapped the table with a chilling finality. His voice was ice-cold, void of any warmth. “Stop wasting my time with bullshit.”

A shiver ran down Theo’s spine as old fears clawed their way back to the surface: would Juliette truly not hold this against him?

With trembling hands, he flipped the document over.

There it was, in the bottom right corner—Juliette’s signature. Clean, decisive, just as he remembered it.

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