Dragging my suitcase through the gates, I left that so–called “home” behind.
Scott didn’t follow. He was too busy cradling the poor little thing in his arms, whispering comfort like she was his
queen.
A black Bentley slid to a stop. The tinted window lowered, revealing the one man who never betrayed me.
Russell Garcia.
My brother. Head of the Garcia family. The man who made that deal with me three years ago.
“Get in,” he said.
I sank into the leather seat, too drained to fake a smile.
“All settled?” he asked, handing me a bottle of water.
“Yeah.” I twisted the cap open but didn’t drink. “He wants me gone with nothing. Says he’ll sue me for stealing com- pany secrets.”
Russell’s laugh was pure ice. “He’s forgotten who’s been keeping his failing empire alive.”
“Russell,” I said quietly, “does our three–year agreement still stand?”
His answer was a slow, deliberate dagger. “Always.”
“My legs, for his inheritance. Three years of stability.”
“Now, he’d broken the contract.”
“Then everything he took from the Lopez family–everything I gave him–it’s time to take it all back.”
Russell’s lips curled into a predator’s smile.
“By sunrise, Kimberly, he’ll know what it feels like to fall from heaven straight into hell.”
That night, news of Scott divorcing me spread like wildfire through Elite Social Circles.
Everyone eagerly awaited my downfall.
“Did you hear? Scott’s divorcing Kimberly! For some new intern!”
“Always knew it! How could a cripple deserve him? He was just blinded back then.”
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“Serves her right! Acting high and mighty just because he spoiled her. Got kicked out now, didn’t she?”
“Rumor has it she’s leaving penniless! How satisfying!”
On Scott’s social media, his brothers were already celebrating.
“Finally ditched that burden.”
“Congrats, man. Party tonight!”
Amanda commented under each post with hypocritical sweet talk:
“Don’t be harsh, brothers. Kimberly’s nice, just… too possessive.”
“It’s my fault. If not for me, they’d still be together.”
Scott replied to her himself: “Not your fault. I’d had enough.”
Those six words sliced me open like a blade–then burned the wound shut.
I switched off my phone.
My voice, when I called Russell, was calm. Deadly calm.
“No need to wait, brother… Leave him with nothing.”
The line crackled with Russell’s reply.
“Alright.”
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