The Ending She Read (And the One He Rewrote) novel Chapter 12

A carbon copy of Jason.

Harriet: ...

The kids went with the nanny to bathe and sleep. Harriet waited in the living room for over half an hour, but Jason never showed up with the papers.

The study door was shut tight. Even listening closely, there was no hum of a printer.

Who knew what he was doing in there.

After waiting anxiously for ages, she gave up.

They were getting divorced eventually; one night wouldn't make a difference.

Even so, she was still annoyed, wondering what the hell the bastard was playing at.

Stomping upstairs in a huff.

*Bang!*

She pushed the master bedroom door open.

Their eyes met.

Jason was leaning against the headboard in dark blue pajamas, holding a tablet.

She stammered, "You... you're going to bed this early?"

Where were the standard billionaire evening events?

The champagne, the beautiful women, the whiskey?

A CEO who had already showered and was in bed before nine o'clock? That was just bizarre.

Meeting his intense, dark gaze under the bedside lamp, Harriet felt stripped bare before she even stepped into the bathroom.

He lowered his eyes, his focus returning to the tablet. "Go take your shower."

Harriet: !!!

When she saw Seraphina, her mind filled with the memory of the wrinkled newborn who had grown into an adorable little angel.

Even with Archer, seeing him in the playroom reminded her of how he used to drop his head in that aloof way.

When he walked into the dining room, she knew he liked the seat to Jason's left.

But right now.

Looking at Jason in bed, her mind went completely blank.

There was no fiery entanglement. Nor was there any lingering romantic tension. It was as if... they were just strangers sharing a bed with different dreams.

She belatedly realized their relationship was even worse than she had imagined.

Could it be... that he couldn't perform? Was their wedding night just an overperformance?

Her mind racing, Harriet took a sluggish shower and slowly sat at the vanity.

The endless bottles and jars lined up perfectly. Applying the luxurious skincare she usually only saw in commercials, she finally felt like a true wealthy socialite.

When she looked up, her eyes caught Jason staring at her in the mirror.

The air grew thick and warm in an instant.

Her heart thumped like a cornered rabbit.

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