Chapter 1 He Signed
Desmond Harrison was cheating on her.
Guadalupe Melton stood outside the CEO’s office, frozen in place, still reeling from the dirty secret she had just uncovered.
Her black high heels seemed to blend into the black–veined marble floor.
After what felt like an eternity, she knocked on the door.
“Come in.” A deep male voice rang out.
Clutching the files, Guadalupe opened the door with her other hand and forced a smile.
She strolled over to his side and asked, “Are you busy? I got a few files needing your signature right away.”
Though she asked so, she had placed the files in front of him and even flipped to the pages where he needed to sign.
Desmond had just gotten back from a business trip to Thuoria that morning.
Right after he got off the plane, he headed to the office. There was a stack of files on his desk, fatigue etched on his face. So he signed without even looking at the files Guadalupe handed him.
“Thanks,” Guadalupe said.
Then she put away the files he had signed and asked as usual, despite knowing his answer, “Are you coming home for dinner tonight?”
“I’ve got something to do. Don’t wait up,” he answered without looking
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“Alright. I’ll get out of your hair now.”
She nodded and turned around, her smile turning into a sneer.
As she walked by the attached lounge in the office, she heard faint sounds from inside. like a kitten or a puppy jumping off the bed.
Her gaze flicked to the coffee table, only to see several packs of snacks. and a half–empty cup of hot chocolate. And there was a toppled pink high heel on the floor…
She realized something instantly, her heart sinking to the bottom.
Then she came back to her office.
It felt as if the way back to her office had exhausted her. As she sat down. she let out a sigh.
Then she pulled out a file from those Desmond had just signed–a divorce agreement.
She flipped to the last page, her fingers tracing over his signature as a bitter smile tugged at her lips. Meanwhile, memories flooded her mind…
Back then, when Desmond said he wanted to marry her, he looked so firm and affectionate. Desmond’s mom Elyse Garza, however, scoffed and told her not to get carried away, as no man would stick to one woman forever. Guadalupe insisted that Desmond was different.
But she was terribly wrong.
He thought he hid his affair well, enjoying the thrill of it all. In fact, he took his mistress together with him on this business trip.
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He even brought her back here.
Guadalupe withdrew her finger, took a photo of Desmond’s signature on the divorce agreement, and sent it to Elyse with two words, “He signed.”
One week ago, they had struck a deal.
Elyse asked her to initiate the divorce and not to tell the others about her secret marriage with Desmond, and she requested 150 million dollars from Elyse as compensation.
A month later, Desmond would be a total stranger to her.
A knocking snapped Guadalupe back to reality.
She put away the divorce agreement and said, “Come in.”
It was Desmond’s assistant, Harold Osborne.
“Ms. Melton, Mr. Harrison asked me to give you this.” Harold placed a dark green velvet box in front of her.
She opened it and saw a set of expensive diamond jewelry inside. Instantly, a photo flashed across her mind. A short–haired girl in a bathrobe had a diamond necklace in her hand, her eyes hazy. Behind her, the light was dim, and the bed was messy. Her chest was covered with hickeys, indicating wild sex.
Guadalupe felt sick.
“Thanks, Harold.”
She looked up at him, her gaze as sharp as a blade.
Harold couldn’t help but shiver.
“Mr. Harrison picked them for you. It’s unique,” he instinctively added.
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Too bad Desmond’s heart wasn’t as exclusive.
And she didn’t want a cheater.
She smiled. “Oh, is that so? How touching. He managed to buy me a gift when he’s so swamped?”
Harold thought. “Something is off. Could it be that she has already known about Mr. Harrison and Ms. Graham…”
He broke out in a cold sweat and strode out of her office.
Guadalupe looked at the jewelry on her desk with disdain, like it had germs on it. Then she took out her phone, took a photo of them, and sent it to a second–hand luxury dealer.
She texted him. “Sell this set of jewelry for me. And donate the money to FCIDD.”
The dealer was puzzled upon seeing her text.
At 5 p.m., Guadalupe went to the parking lot.
She was about to open her car door when she caught sight of another vehicle across from hers.
It had already started, and through the car window, she saw Desmond in the back seat as well as that short–haired girl sitting next to him. The woman had a round, cute face, brimming with exuberance.
“Mr. Harrison!”
Harold was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes.
Through the air and the glass, Guadalupe and Desmond locked eyes.
