Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

swagen straight through the gates

wrist. "You're seriously here to submit the application? What's going on, Stella? You didn't reply to my messages. You can't j

Stella's chest, but

e, scrolled to a WhatsApp conv

mages stared back-sent more than once. One phot

at bastard! If it weren't for your patents back then, his company wouldn't have even made it past launch. And n

t her arm. "No. That

what he's done? You're just going to s

ing, but Stella's

coat pocket. "Facing him head-on would be far too eas

. She knew exactly the k

her beyond her limits, she'd never let it go quietly. She'd bou

rm submission went smoothly. A few steps, a couple of stamps, and

nd an academic seminar on behalf of the ins

lder against her chest, Stella stepped out of the lobby, making her way

n now,

she slowly turned around. A wave of betrayal crashed over h

st, guiding her through the entrance of the hotel. The woman chirpe

ips trailing from his earlobe down his neck

g her even closer, his palm firmly

red for a second, he

owed him-to this very hotel-and they

pinning glass of the revol

ire, while Stella's eyes were calm a

n them suddenl

she simply smiled smugly, then turned and kissed Marc again-t

tomach churned with nausea. She turned away,

ed her from behind. Marc had chased after her, a little breathless, and the smell

to shake him off, but t

t, sliding in right after. His sharp features looked tense, and his eyes flickere

d spoke in a frozen tone. "Wipe that lipsti

trouble. I've been stressing over the funding and reached out to Nova Holdings. Haley Smith-she's the daughter of a board membe

arm her. "She's from Achury. People in her country are pretty relaxed, you know

d. "So... is that how you secure investments

o shouting,

to be angry. Her quiet words stripped every excu

d, he pulled at his tie, trying to breathe. "Stella, come o

almost

even raised

the photos in his face to

ll these years now burned

st be honest. I won't hold on-I'l

ve to play ga

left her mouth, Marc gra

omised-no matter what, we'd work through it. D

it

ith someone else. What

n a web of thorns. Every breat

ng. He checked it, frowne

name on the screen. "S

up again-this time, WhatsApp messages popp

I'm i

you. C

g... am I go

l in Achure, on