The Divorce That Brought Us Back novel Chapter 240

Just as she was about to speak, Seraphina cut her off, gesturing to the paper bag in Nora's hands. "Aren't you going to open it?"

The bag was unsealed, making it obvious that inside lay the mink shawl Nora had lent her at the gala.

There was nothing special to see.

Nora planted her hands firmly on the edge of the table, leaning forward slightly. Her expression was icy as she demanded, "Ms. Sinclair, what exactly did you want to say to me?"

A smirk curled Seraphina's lips, her gaze remaining fixed on the bag.

She drawled, "Beneath that shawl is The Jameson Heirloom. Lady Whitman gave it to me herself years ago."

Seraphina finally looked up at Nora, repeating, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Nora's breath hitched.

The Jameson Heirloom. Those three words nearly shattered her stoic facade.

Lady Whitman was Maloney's mother.

Nora's mother-in-law.

It was no secret that Lady Whitman had been desperate to have Seraphina as a daughter-in-law, even going so far as to gift her the family's ancestral token.

And now, that token had landed in Nora's hands.

She couldn't even describe the suffocating sensation in her chest.

Nora choked on her words.

Cassidy shot a look at Nora's fiercely maintained mask of indifference.

Hurts, doesn't it?

Nora had been laughing at her just moments ago. Let's see if she was still laughing now.

Nora fought back the intense urge to dig through the bag.

Feigning calm, she asked, "Did you orchestrate this entire meeting just to give me this?"

"Nora."

Seraphina sat perfectly straight in her plush chair, an air of careless elegance about her. She looked up at Nora, and despite the physical disadvantage, her imposing presence dominated the space.

"Take this token back. This way, neither of us can brand the other as the 'other woman.'"

"You're acting to protect your reputation, and I'm acting to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me."

"We'll compete fairly."

"If I win, you bow out gracefully and don't drag things on. If you win, I promise I'll never appear in front of either of you again."

Earlier at the gala, after Diana had dragged Seraphina away, she had lectured her about the supposedly epic love story between Nora and Maloney.

At the time, Seraphina had been entirely consumed by the blinding hatred of her subordinates' betrayal.

She hadn't had the mental bandwidth for romance.

Later, she methodically dealt with everyone who had wronged her.

Watching the people who had despised her, tried to control her, lusted after her empire, and used dirty tricks to sabotage her crawl at her feet, begging for forgiveness, had given her a thrilling sense of euphoria.

The only thing that still gnawed at her pride was the fact that Diana's warning had propelled her to take that final, ruthless step.

She hated admitting it, but it was the truth.

Yet, as her power swelled and everything fell into place, that lingering irritation had begun to fade.

It seemed entirely inconsequential now.

Once she stopped silently competing with Diana.

She placed the conquest of Maloney right back at the top of her agenda.

She recalled the story Diana had told her that night.

Her memory of the conversation was admittedly hazy.

She vaguely remembered Diana claiming that Maloney had paid a massive price to secure Nora.

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