Regrets Of What Was Lost Chapter 13
I closed my eyes. After a moment, I asked, “If I come up with the five hundred thousand now, can this all be over?”
Alex thought for a moment.
“In theory, yes. As long as she follows through and finalizes the divorce as agreed. If you’re worried, I can draft a supplemental agreement. She signs, then you pay.”
I put the agreement into my briefcase and stood to leave.
When we came out of the law office, Savannah walked ahead of me.
Just before we reached the car, I reached for her wrist. She sidestepped my hand.
We drove in silence for a long time before she suddenly asked, “Tucker, when she sold that house… was she really letting you go? Or was she just waiting for me to take the fall?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I didn’t know either.
There was one week left before the final hearing.
During that time, Zinnia never contacted me.
I went to the condo that was now in Chloe’s name, planning to talk to her about the five-hundred-thousand-dollar lump sum.
But a strange man answered the door.
She had rented the place out and disappeared with Chloe.
I stood downstairs and smoked a cigarette, then got back in my car and drove home.
The next day was the weekend. I planned to drive to her parents’ house to find her.
But just as I got into the car, Savannah opened the passenger door and sat down.
I frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going with you.”
“Get out. This is not the time to give her more ammunition.”
“Relax, I’m not going in. I’ll wait in the car.”
I looked at her, about to argue, but in the end, I said nothing.
Three hours into the drive, she suddenly spoke.
“Tucker, tell me the truth. The reason you had me buy that house—was it really just to get the property and the mortgage off your books?”
My hand tightened on the steering wheel.
“Is that what you think of me?”