He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 2

‘ord froze, hand on the doorknob, and whipped his head around.

lis expression darkened instantly. “Oh, here we go again. You really want to start this now?”

How long is the silent treatment gonna last this time? A day? A week? A month?”

ylvia clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms, her body shaking from the heartache.

he forced a weak smile and mouthed the word: Forever.

ord used to say the one thing he couldn’t handle was her silence.

very time they fought, he’d be a wreck–couldn’t sit still, couldn’t work.

Once, it got so bad he actually cut his own arm just to make her feel sorry for him.

he loved him, so she could never stay mad for long.

But the man who used to be terrified of losing her now acted like he was certain she’d never leave.

He looked down at her with pure arrogance. “Sylvia, are you really bringing up Lyla again?”

You’re so uptight. Why can’t you learn from her? Loosen up, take a joke for once!”

I told you, there is nothing going on between us. She’s just a kid having fun, and I’m just humoring her.”

You’re paranoid. One day it’s separation, the next it’s divorce. I’m human too, Sylvia. This gets old!”

The allergic reaction was getting worse, Sylvia was struggling for air and didn’t have the energy to fight him.

he pushed past him and walked out the door.

City Hall. Tomorrow, 9 AM.”

Ford stopped mid–rant, glaring at her retreating back, and kicked the door violently.

He gritted his teeth and roared, “Fine! 9 AM tomorrow! If you don’t show, you’re a coward!”

sylvia grabbed an Uber to the hospital, got her shot, and passed out.

The next morning, her alarm woke her up, and she headed straight to City Hall.

She waited until 10 AM, but Ford never showed.

She called him, but he wouldn’t pick up.

Sick of his games, Sylvia got up and took a cab straight to Holloway Corp headquarters.

Chapter 2

Just as she arrived at the building, her phone pinged. It was a notification for a new social media post from Ford.

Ford rarely posted anything personal–usually just corporate news.

But this time, it had absolutely nothing to do with work.

It was two sentences dripping with flirtatious affection.

I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!

It’s official: Princess Lyla is the cutest, smartest, best girl ever!

Lyla replied instantly in the comments: Hmph! That’s what you get for calling me a dummy. Since you begged so nicely, I guess I’ll

forgive you, my Boss!

She attached a photo to her reply.

It was a selfie of her wearing a diamond necklace worth at least a million dollars.

Sylvia recognized it immediately. Ford had won that necklace at an auction days ago as her third–anniversary gift.

She had been so happy, pretending she didn’t know, waiting for him to surprise her.

And now, it was hanging around Lyla’s neck.

A bitter pain pierced her chest. She saved the photo without expression and forwarded it to her lawyer.

“Save this as evidence. I want to sue Lyla for unjust enrichment and reclaim marital assets.”

She sent the text and marched upstairs.

As she reached Ford’s office, his executive assistant rushed over in a panic.

“Mrs. Holloway… wait! Mr. Holloway is… uh… busy right now. Let me announce you first, he-”

Back when they were happy, Ford had brought her here himself and told everyone that seeing her was the same as seeing him.

Since when did she need an appointment to see her own husband?

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