Chapter 8
Late at night, Chesca drove home.
After stopping her car and unfastening her seatbelt, her gaze froze on something across the
street.
Fabian’s car was parked under a plane tree, and he leaned against it dressed all in black. The sharp flick of his lighter ignited a small flame, momentarily illuminating his chiseled
jawline and the hollow of his cheek as he inhaled.
In the thick darkness, he seemed to merge with the night itself.
Seeing Chesca, Fabian’s eyes deepened. After a moment, he dropped his cigarette, crushed it
under his shoe and walked toward her.
She ignored him.
Stepping out of her car, she walked quickly toward the elevator entrance with Fabian’s
unhurried footsteps following behind.
Finally, he blocked her at her way. “Chesca, we need to talk.”
“About what?”
Chesca dug through her handbag for her keys, her attitude ice–cold. “There’s nothing left to
talk about.”
Those damp nights, his sweet–talking–it had all been like a dream.
Thankfully, she hadn’t taken it seriously!
She opened the door and entered, but Fabian stuck his foot in before it could close.
In a dizzying moment, Chesca found herself pressed against the wall, Fabian’s hands on either side of her shoulders, his eyes intensely focused on her with rare sincerity.
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After a moment, he leaned in to kiss her just like before.
Chesca jerked her face away violently, refusing his touch.
Fabian stared at her, his voice slightly hoarse. “What’s wrong?”
In the light, Chesca’s face looked delicate as snow. Without her Leshine executive title, she seemed much softer than before, drawing him to kiss her…
Fabian’s Adam’s apple moved sensually as his voice dropped even lower. “Chesca, it wasn’t
what you think.”
Chesca shot back. “Then what was it?”
She couldn’t even respect herself–her husband had fallen for that girl, parading around with her shamelessly. The absurd part was that he was now trying to play the devoted
husband with her.
The humiliation was unbearable, her voice carrying a hint of anguish.
“Fabian, I told you we’re done.”
“I didn’t answer that night you asked if I still had feelings for you, but now I can. Yes, I used to like you–But now? I don’t even like you. You make me sick.”
As Chesca finished speaking, her eyes glistened slightly. “Let’s leave it at that. Don’t come
back again.”
She gently pushed the door open and went inside. The bright light from within spilled out onto Fabian, highlighting his desolation…
Chesca softly closed the door, tilted her head back to look at the crystal chandelier, fighting
back tears.
Puppy Snow ran over and tugged at her pant leg, barking excitedly. Chesca crouched down, scratching behind his ear. “Are you hungry? Let’s get you something to eat.”
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Snow yipped in response.
Minutes later, Chesca prepared to shower. As she reached for her bathrobe, she
unexpectedly saw Fabian’s black shirt–the one she’d worn on so many nights while being held in his arms.
At those times, she had actually begun to soften toward him.
Chesca stared at it for a long moment before pulling it out and tossing it directly into the
trash.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom…
The moon dipped toward the west.
Outside, Fabian remained under the tree.
Seating in the driver’s seat of his Bentley, he looked through photos on his phone. There was their wedding photo–Chesca leaning lightly against his shoulder wearing radiating happiness.
Twenty–two–year–old Chesca, not yet an executive at Leshine, so innocent.
Fabian’s fingers hovered over the image.
His thumb brushed against her face on the screen, feeling her smile on the cold phone screen and remembering how she once adored him.
Now, Chesca didn’t liked him anymore.
When exactly had he lost Chesca’s affection?
Three days later, in the CEO’s office at Leshine.
Fabian was clearly in a bad mood.
A court summons lay on his desk–the plaintiff was his wife, Chesca Lavirins, requesting a divorce and division of marital assets.
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Fabian leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, picking up the summons with one hand.
His voice was calm when he asked, “Did she hire a lawyer?”
Taylor answered truthfully. “Yes, Ezekiel Joseph–he’s well–known in legal area. He’s very capable. If he takes this case, I’m afraid even Mr. Cortez might not have a guaranteed win.”
Fabian glanced at her, his tone casual. “I don’t mean to fight Chesca in court. That’s her one–sided idea. I have no intention of divorcing.”
Taylor’s brain stalled. Excuse me?
Fabian placed the summons on the coffee table, tapping his fingers lightly over it, eyes downcast. The golden hues of the setting sun caught on the sharp angles of his face–a truly captivating sight.
After a moment, he gave instructions in a calm voice.
“Get me a dinner meeting with Ezekiel Joseph.”
“Also, spread the word…”
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Taylor felt a jolt of surprise.
Mr. Elkedonia was playing hardball. Being a woman herself, Taylor couldn’t help sympathizing with Chesca’s years of devotion.
With Fabian’s intervention, Ezekiel returned Chesca’s retainer and personally called to
apologize sincerely, offering to take her to dinner as an apology.
Chesca declined–not out of rudeness, but because she had no time to spare.
She asked Anne to find another lawyer.
Anne pressed a tissue to her nose. “Boss, nobody in this city will take the case. I swear it’s
him. Only Fabian has this kind of power.”
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Chesca smiled bitterly.
It seemed Fabian was determined to fight her.
After four years of marriage, she would end up with nothing!
Chesca didn’t blame Anne, just asked her to keep looking for a lawyer, who could handle this case. She was offering a substantial commission–2% of whatever assets she was
awarded.
Three days later, Anne finally found someone willing to take the case–a young, ambitious
attorney.
Chesca arranged to meet at a coffee shop.
They arranged to meet at an upscale café, where golden sunlight filtered through the tall sycamore trees, casting a warm glow across the polished wooden floors.
Chesca sat face–to–face with the young lawyer.
Just as Chesca was about to pull out her documents, the young lawyer blurted out. “Mrs.
Elkedonia, I’m so sorry!”
Chesca’s hand froze on the file folder, then she looked up at the young lawyer.
The lawyer took a sip of coffee, finally gathering courage to tell Chesca. “I didn’t know properly–I didn’t realize who you were.”
He continued shamefacedly. “Mrs. Elkedonia, the truth is no lawyer in the city dares to take your case. No one wants to offend Mr. Elkedonia or the entire Leshine Corporation. Besides, this case is extremely unfavorable for you.”
When he finished, he stood and bowed deeply to Chesca, apologizing sincerely again. “I truly apologize.”
Chesca didn’t blame him.
Everyone in the New York was just trying to make a living, right?
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The young lawyer left, his departure even carrying a hint of tragedy. Clearly, Fabian had taught him a profound life lesson–using power and wealth.
Chesca didn’t leave immediately.
She sat quietly, slowly sipping the remaining half of her coffee.
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Suddenly, a familiar male voice sounded beside her. “Meeting someone here for business?”
Chesca looked up to see Zeno Cortez….
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