Chapter 8
“Mr. Morrison, Ms. Sterling is here again…”
Assistant manager hesitated outside the door.
“Tell her to get the hell out!”
Jake hurled his phone at the ground. The screen shattered like a spider web just as the click of Riley’s stilettos got
closer.
“Jake, what’s eating you? Did Chloe really ghost you for good?”
She leaned against his car with her new Hermès bag, red lips twisted into a bitchy smile.
“The whole world knows you dumped your brand–new wife for your ex. How very Nicholas Sparks of you.”
“You’ve got some serious balls bringing her up right now!”
Jake grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.
“If you hadn’t pulled that fake marriage bullshit, Chloe never would’ve bounced!”
Riley winced but kept that nasty grin:
“Who was it that said ‘Riley, I’ve got your back no matter what‘? Who promised ‘we’ll get divorced the second I
handle my family drama‘? Now suddenly it’s all on me?”
She jerked her hand away, her meticulously styled hair falling into her face.
“Jake, you’ve been riding my daddy’s coattails for years to build this company. Now you wanna toss me aside like yesterday’s trash?”
The glass building reflected their messy drama like some reality TV nightmare.
Jake stared at this girl he’d known since they were kids, suddenly seeing a complete stranger:
“You orchestrated this whole clusterfuck, didn’t you? Timing our wedding right when Chloe’s mom was dying, posting those photos just to twist the knife-”
“And what if I did?” Riley cut him off, mascara running down her cheeks in black streaks.
“Ever since you patched up my scraped knee when we were twelve, I promised myself you’d only have eyes for me! What’s Chloe compared to me? Some broke college girl who split ramen with you in that roach motel? Now that the company’s worth millions, she thinks she deserves to be the CEO’s wife?”
“Don’t forget daddy’s money got you started. If we’re really gonna air dirty laundry, those under–the–table deals of
yours…”
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CRACK!
“Shut your fucking mouth!”
This slap was brutal–way worse than before.
Riley’s diamond earring went flying, glinting in the harsh office lighting.
Colleague from accounting suddenly piped up:
“Mr. Morrison, remind me how much we’ve been transferring to Ms. Sterling’s personal accounts?”
The office buzz started immediately.
“Did you hear Riley blew like fifty grand on the company card last month buying purses…”
“Security footage caught her dumping coffee all over Ms. Walsh’s desk the day she quit…”
“Makes sense why Mr. Morrison’s been holed up with the lawyers…”
Riley suddenly grabbed Chloe’s framed photo and chucked it at the gossiping crowd:
“All of you need to shut the fuck up! You backstabbing fake–ass bitches! Weren’t you calling Chloe a homewrecker last week? Now you’re playing saints?”
Glass exploded everywhere as someone from marketing laughed coldly:
“We’ve got working eyeballs. At the company retreat, half the team saw Ms. Sterling sneaking out of Mr. Morrison’s room at 2 AM wearing nothing but a hotel bathrobe…”
“That’s complete bullshit!”
Riley lunged for a stapler, but Jake caught her wrist.
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He stared at Chloe’s bright graduation smile in the broken frame, his jaw clenching:
“You actually touched HER stuff?”
“Yeah, so what?”
Riley broke free and ground her Louboutin heel right into the photo on the floor.
“This cheap–ass frame should’ve been trashed ages ago! Wake up, Jake–Chloe’s probably in some other guy’s bed right now-”
SPLASH!
A whole bucket of dirty mop water dumped all over Riley’s head.
Someone from admin stood there shaking, holding the empty bucket:
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“Ms. Sterling, I’ve been wanting to do this since you trashed Ms. Walsh’s succulent.”
