Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 105

That night. Harry didn’t come home–no text, no call, nothing.

didn’t ask because honestly? I didn’t give a damn anymore.

he next morning, I got to the office early.

larry was CEO. I was Head of R&D.

ive years ago, we started this company in a garage. Now we had a downtown high–rise in the heart of Manhattan. Our business boomed, our marriage rumbled.

hase one of the drug trial was done, so things were finally quiet.

sat at my desk with my coffee, scrolling through the divorce papers my lawyer had sent over–when Harry walked into my office.

Bianca twisted her ankle getting out of the car last night, so I stayed to help her out.” He paused, watching for my reaction. “It got late, so I just grabbed a hotel earby.”

looked up from the contract and laughed. Actually laughed. “Oh, wow. A twisted ankle. How convenient.”

arry blinked, clearly thrown off. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Nothing. Sleep wherever you want, Harry. Sleep with whoever you want. I really don’t care anymore.”

e stared at me like I’d slapped him. Good. Maybe it was finally sinking in.

e cleared his throat, trying to recover. “Let’s have dinner tonight. You’re the reason this drug exists–we should celebrate.” Then he dropped the bomb. “Should e invite Bianca? I think you two should talk. She was just a kid back then, Sloane.”

¡lammed my coffee cup down so hard it sloshed onto the desk.

kid? She was a kid?” My voice went sharp. “And what the hell was I, Harry? What was I when I watched my mother bleed out in the bathtub?”

arry flinched. “Sloane-”

¡o. You know what? Dinner. Just the two of us. I’ve got something I need to give you.”

fter all, you don’t bring a third party to a divorce.

for a sister? My mom only had one daughter. Me. Just me.

arry looked rattled, but before he could say anything, his phone buzzed with Bianca’s name lighting up the screen. And just like that, his whole face changed. e smiled, grabbed his phone, and bolted out of my office like I didn’t exist,

nbelievable.

se afternoon, Harry texted me a reservation confirmation for some bougle private dining spot uptown.

is pathetic attempt at making it up to me.

printed out the divorce papers, shoved them into my bag, and headed out.

s I left the building, Harry’s car screeched up beside me. He rolled down the window, already distracted “Go home and get ready. I’ve got a client meeting, but

Il be there soon.”

efore I could tell him I wasn’t going home to play dress–up for him, he peeled off.

used to spend two hours getting ready for dates with him. Hair, Makeup. Trying on five different outfits because I wanted to look perfect for him

lot tonight.

Chapter 2

I found a massage place nearby and spent an hour actually taking care of myself for once–getting the knots out of my shoulders from six months of hell in that

1. ab.

By the time I got to the restaurant, Harry still wasn’t there.

texted him. No response.

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