He Scheduled Me Mon-Wed For Her Thu-Sat For Me novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

We sat across from each other in silence.

Adrian’s gaze stayed fixed on me, dark and unreadable.

“We talked about this last night,” he said. “So what exactly are you doing now? I told you already. If you can’t accept it, get a divorce.”

‘I’m not divorcing you.”

I was still shaking from the water, still cold all the way into my bones, but I kept my eyes on his.

“As long as I’m alive, you and Sienna are cheating. You’re having an affair.”

Adrian’s face grew increasingly gloomy as I failed to appreciate his efforts.

“Audrey.” His voice dropped. “Don’t force me to cut off Winslow Holdings’ funding line.”

He leaned back. “You know I can do it.”

He was no longer the discarded boy nobody wanted.

Now he was the uncrowned king of New York business.

The pulse of the entire city’s corporate world ran through his hands.

If he opened his mouth, Winslow Holdings could be on its knees inside a week.

My face went pale. “You’re a monster, Adrian. When you were being beaten into the pavement, it was my dad who saved you.”

“He raised you like a son for all these years. And this is how you repay him? By stabbing his company in the

back?”

“That depends on you.”

He reached over and smoothed a loose strand of hair away from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear.

“As long as you behave, Winslow Holdings will be fine.”

Tears slipped free before I could stop them, one after another.

I didn’t understand.

I truly didn’t.

How had we become this?

After a long pause, he sighed.

Then he leaned forward and wiped my tears away with his thumb.

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“Forget this time,” he said softly. “Don’t cry. If you’re bored, go out. Shop. Buy whatever you want.”

He slid a card across the table.

“Use mine. You think too much when you stay home.”

Then, as if none of this had happened, he bent, lifted me into his arms, and carried me back to the mansion.

The house had already been restored.

Everything I had destroyed the night before was gone.

He set me down on the sofa and dropped to one knee.

Then he took my foot in his hand.

The medicine was cold against the cuts on my skin as he carefully treated each wound.

“Didn’t I tell you not to hurt yourself?”

There was even a trace of helplessness in his voice.

I turned my face away, my eyes stinging. “It’s none of your business.”

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?”

I turned around in surprise. “Dad? What are you doing here?”

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