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“Is this all moving too fast?” I asked hesitantly.
Will smiled, his hands massaging my ankle gently.
“We’re not kids anymore. If anything, we’re late. We’ve got years to make up for.”
“Oh, by the way,” he added casually, “I found a top–notch lawyer to handle your divorce.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Someone well–known. Oliver Carter.”
I didn’t expect to run into Oliver at the gala.
He arrived with Luna on his arm, her presence practically screaming for attention.
As soon as she spotted me, her face lit with fake surprise.
“Well, well, look who it is–Mrs. Carter. Or, should I say, almost ex–Mrs. Carter. What are you doing here? Looking for your next sugar daddy?”
She clung to Oliver’s arm, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.
“Oliver’s been so worried about you, searching everywhere for you. Honestly, I feel bad for him.”
Oliver’s eyes locked onto mine, his lips pressed tightly together. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze dropped to my hand.
His expression darkened when he noticed the ring on my finger–no longer the one he’d given me.
Luna’s eyes followed his, and she let out a mocking laugh.
“Wow, you really did find someone. Head–to–toe designer, huh? Must be nice. But, just so you know, Oliver’s been landing some big deals lately. His career’s about to take off. Don’t come crawling back when you regret leaving him.”
She turned to Will, her tone snide.
“Did you know, Mr. Shaw? Your fiancée’s still technically married. Oliver’s handling a case right now–maybe it’s yours.”
They didn’t realize the gala had been funded by Will himself.
I tried to walk past them, but Oliver grabbed my wrist, his grip tight and unrelenting.
He stared at my ring, his voice low and trembling.
“Anna, tell me the truth. When did you start cheating on me? What does he have that I don’t?”
I yanked my hand free and stepped back, bumping into someone behind me.
Luna’s voice rang out, soft and mocking.
“Careful, Mrs. Carter. You just bumped into Mr. Shaw. Is your new boyfriend one of the small–time businessmen here? Better watch out–his deals might fall apart if you’re not careful.”
Oliver straightened his posture and extended a hand toward Will, putting on a polite, professional façade.
“Mr. Shaw, I’m Oliver Carter. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please don’t hold this misunderstanding against her. She’s been… under a lot of pressure lately.”
He actually thought he was doing me a favor, acting like the bigger man.
But Will simply rested a hand on my shoulder and smiled.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
He glanced at Oliver and said calmly, “Mr. Carter, this is Anna. She’s the friend I hired you to handle a divorce case for.”
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Oliver’s expression froze.
His eyes darted between me and Will, his confidence crumbling. The wine glass in his hand slipped, shattering on the floor and staining Luna’s pristine white dress.
Will ignored the chaos and handed Oliver a folder.
“I hope you’ll handle this case well. I want the best possible outcome for my fiancée,” he said, his tone steady. “She deserves nothing less.”
