My Composure After Divorce Became His Greatest Torment Chapter 21
“And that happiness started the day we got divorced.”
The color drained from Nathan’s face. He swayed, bracing a hand against the doorframe to steady himself.
After a long moment, his eyes still red, he asked, “Can we at least be friends?”
I shook my head.
“Can I come see you sometimes?”
I shook my head again.
He stood on my porch for a long time before finally getting back into his car and driving away.
But a week later, the vacation villa next door, which had been empty for years, suddenly had a new owner.
Nathan Prescott.
Furious, I called Tessa, ready to start house-hunting again. But before I could say a word, a message from Nathan appeared on my screen.
“I’ll only be here occasionally. I won’t disturb you. Please don’t leave the life you’ve built because of me.”
I didn’t reply.
Another message came through.
“The group has too much going on for me to be here all the time. Besides, I still have to keep making money for you, don’t I, Miss Shareholder?”
At that exact moment, the Prescott Group annual report flashed onto my screen.
Only then did I remember: the shares transferred to my name during the divorce were still paying steady dividends.
I put down my phone and canceled the search for a new house.
It was a little infuriating, but more than that, it was satisfying.
Money. A business of my own. And an ex-husband who was still, technically, working for me.
It really wasn’t a bad life.
But then Tessa called, her voice sharp.
“Don’t get too comfortable. Prescott Group’s legal department just contacted your lawyer. They want to know if you still have that confidential investment file.”
The smile faded from my face.
That file—the one Caroline had told me to throw away—was still in a secured safe at the law firm, its seal unbroken.
Nathan had never sent anyone to retrieve it.
And now, someone was accusing me of concealing it and leaking its contents.