When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 200

“It’s not a threat. Just a reminder. Take a few days to think things over. After that, we’ll go to the registry and get divorced.”

Albert said what he needed to say, then walked out without looking back.

Carola lost it. She trashed everything in the room, breaking whatever she could get her hands on. None of the staff dared to go near her. One wrong word and she’d probably explode all over them too.

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Dorothea felt dazed after she and Albert split up.

“Latham, what did you mean just now when you said you’re not gay?” she asked.

A small smile played at Latham’s lips. He sounded almost bored as he answered, “Exactly what I said. I like women, not men.”

“Dorothea, did you get that?”

She frowned. “But that’s not what you said before.”

He leaned back in his seat, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb, looking totally relaxed. “Yeah, well. If I hadn’t said that, my dad would never have agreed to us getting married.”

“Did you want to see me end up with Alma, Ainsley, or Andrina?”

Dorothea’s cheeks turned warm. She looked away. “Who you marry is up to you.”

There was a little edge of shyness in her voice she didn’t even notice.

“Don’t be mad,” Latham said, leaning in closer. His voice dropped, low and rough. “He used to hound me about settling down, so I used that as an excuse to put him off. Then Wade turned out to like guys, so I covered for him too. And when you mistook me for someone else, I figured marriage with you wouldn’t be so bad. So we went through with it.”

“I never meant to trick you. I just didn’t think you’d actually believe me. You even gave me and another guy matching ties.”

Dorothea still seemed confused. “Wouldn’t marrying someone who matches your background make more sense?”

She thought with Latham’s status, finding a gentle, well-matched woman wouldn’t be hard at all.

He shrugged, looking casual. “Marrying someone from the same background sounds boring. I like being married to you.”

Dorothea froze.

Ladd snorted. “You finally have something happening in your life. Shouldn’t I care a little?”

Scott pressed his lips together, looking calm. “I’ll put Garth to bed first.”

It was half an hour before Scott came back downstairs.

“So,” Ladd started, “what’s going on with Dorothea’s coworker?”

“Nothing’s going on.”

“Yeah right!” Ladd’s eyes grew wide. “You couldn’t take your eyes off her. And you’re telling me there’s nothing?”

Scott replied slowly, almost lazily. “Dad, maybe try watching less drama. Don’t let your imagination run wild.”

“I’m heading upstairs. You get some sleep.”

Ladd was left speechless.