Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 86

Leo nodded enthusiastically.

Wren stood up and looked over at Lawrence.

"I'm leaving."

Suddenly, Lawrence blurted out, "Come inside for a bit."

Wren just stared at him.

If he had said that to her a few months ago, she probably would have been overwhelmed with gratitude.

But now, it just felt completely unnecessary.

"No, thanks."

Lawrence's expression darkened.

"You won't even step foot inside my house now?"

Wren's tone was impossibly level. "Someone else lives there now. It wouldn't be appropriate."

Lawrence knew she was talking about Willow.

He also knew she was likely already aware of the situation at Riverview Heights.

But he still didn't feel the need to stand on his front porch and explain himself to her.

He lowered his voice. "Willow isn't staying here right now."

Wren gave him a deadpan look.

"Where she stays has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"Then what exactly are you still so hung up on?"

Wren actually let out a dry laugh.

"Lawrence, I'm not hung up on anything."

She said it with such devastating calmness.

But to Lawrence, those words were like glass in his ears.

*Not hung up on anything.*

It sounded infinitely worse than resentment.

He glared at her, his voice dropping to a dangerous freeze. "Wren, do you honestly think walking away from my family is going to be that easy?"

Wren's eyes flickered slightly.

It seemed he didn't know the divorce papers had already been filed.

He just assumed she was done waiting around.

"Easy or not, I'm leaving."

Lawrence fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly scoffing.

"You really think you're going to have a good life without the Langford name backing you?"

He refused to admit that Wren's utter indifference had completely unraveled him.

And he refused to admit that seeing how effortlessly she connected with their son made him feel like he was rapidly losing something vital.

He just needed to be somewhere else.

Somewhere he was actively wanted.

Somewhere someone would be thrilled to see him, someone who would cling to him, someone who would reassure him that he was still the one holding all the cards.

Back at Riverview Heights, Willow hung up the phone and slowly sauntered over to her vanity mirror.

She touched up her lipstick and slipped into a slinky, silk nightgown.

The woman staring back in the mirror was delicate, gorgeous, and utterly ruthless.

She knew exactly why Lawrence was coming over.

It wasn't out of love.

It was because Wren had made him feel powerless again.

But that was perfectly fine with her.

She was more than happy to be the one who handed him back his illusion of control.

As long as he kept coming back, she would keep reeling him in.

And sooner or later, she would be the one claiming the title of Mrs. Langford.