Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 113

Chapter 7

Harry stood outside the door, taking deep breaths to steady himself

The second he stepped inside, his eyes went to the key hook on the wall. My key was gone

d locked up on my way out–even if I was leaving for good, I wasn’t about to let the plars get robbed

By the shoe rack, there were three pairs of slippers: mine, Harry’s, and Bianca’s

Mine were cheap fifteen dollar knockoffs from a street vendor.

lianca’s were Balenciaga, bought by Harry.

le stared at them while changing his shoes, something twisting in his chest. He was already planning how to make if up to me when he stepped the able.

Divorce agreement.

didn’t want Thorne Pharmaceuticals.

didn’t want Harry either.

‘d never cared much about money. Every dollar I’d made with him felt dirty now.

he only thing I didn’t regret was the drug–at least that had saved lives.

larry’s eyes landed on the clause at the bottom: No assets claimed.

d walked away from everything.

ext to the agreement was a letter.

didn’t think we’d end up here, but I’m not dragging this out. I’m taking nothing. You can refuse to sign, but then you’ll get served. I have the germa ou and Bianca in bed.

dultery means you’ll be the one leaving with nothing. Bianca sent them to me herself, by the way. Sign the papers and email them to ze. ‘ pack up the ivorce certificate when I have time.

arry read it over and over.

is lips trembled, his hands shook.

verything he thought I didn’t know–I knew all of it

or the first time in his life. Harry Thorne felt real fear, the kind that starts in your chest and spreads unikat

d left in a hurry, so there was still trash on the table.

le dug through it and found a shipping envelope with the return sess still visible.

lew York National Pharmaceutical Research Institute

fis phone buzzed.

Issistant: Mr. Thorne, found her. She flew to New York this morning. Her names on the institute’s website.

larry didn’t hesitate and booked the next flight out

When I saw Harry, I felt sick.

Chapter 7

I’d finally gotten a chance to breathe, and there he was.

I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my path.

He looked awful–wrinkled clothes, messy hair, dark circles under his eyes.

crossed my arms. “What do you want?”

Harry flinched, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

I’m not signing.”

laughed, but it wasn’t a nice laugh. “Not signing? Then get ready for court.”

Why are you being like this?” His voice cracked. “It was a mistake, one mistake. Even if I cheated, I still love you. Everyone up You’re really hrow away our marriage over one little thing?”

sighed, my voice flat. “It’s not one little thing, Harry.”

le looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

What am I talking about?

m talking about how I’d finally run out of hope.

My father was an artist, and like a lot of artists, he was a romantic and a charmer.

My mother fell for him hard when she was young, so they got married and had me.

ut Dad couldn’t stay faithful–he had affairs, lots of them.

destroyed my mother and she got depressed.

ianca’s mother wanted to take Mom’s place, so she’d send little reminders and twist the knife whenever she could.

fom put up with it for me, kept telling herself that if she just loved him enough, he’d come back.

Sloane, your dad still loves us, doesn’t he? He’s made mistakes, but he hasn’t divorced me or brought those women home, You’re all handy ch

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