I turned to leave. “Sign the papers, or I’ll see you in court, Lawrence. Your choice.”
Lawrence followed me out and snatched the papers to sign them, though he signed so hard, his pen could pierce the papers. “You’d better not regret this, Zoe.”
“I won’t. See you at the city hall in a month.” I tried to take the papers back, but he wouldn’t let go.
Lawrence looked me in the eye. Dismayed, he said, “You’ll get ten times the money once the company is listed, but you’d rather get divorced now? This isn’t like you. You have someone else, don’t you? Jonathan Rivers? Or Harold Saulman?”
I had to tug and pull before I could yank the papers out of his hands. “Who I date is none of your business.” If he and Melissa hadn’t gone too far, I would have waited for a while longer. No one would complain that they had too much money.
I ignored his dark look and walked away, humming. After the papers were signed, Lawrence made sure every time he showed Melissa his gesture of love, it was an event. He gave her a sports car during her birthday and a million–dollar jewelry he got from an auction the next day.
The netizens praised him for his gestures of love, and loads said they envied Melissa. It was none of my business, though. The settlement was done. However, Lawrence was getting a little crazy. Every time he wanted to strike a deal, he specifically asked for me to tag along, and I couldn’t refuse.
He got drunk, eventually. I tried to leave, but he got in my way and kept asking me whether I liked Jonathan or Harold, and how long I had been cheating on him.
To make things worse, some paparazzi took pictures of us and posted them online.
