discovery, I allowed myself to enter into a relationship with Mr. Nash that was a hell of a lot more exciting than being the wife of Grant Cabot.”
Grant’s face darkens with a rush of blood, his hands curling into fists. I watch as his jaw ticks wildly, his eyes staring at the television screen with every plan to kill his wife.
“I left Grant for Mr. Nash and have been staying with him at a secluded property that he owns. We are in love and plan to marry just as soon as I can finalize a divorce with Grant.”
This is so much fun, the real time destruction of a man who insists on giving the appearance of having his shit together. It’s not as fun as fighting with Adeline, but it definitely runs a close second. I grin as I watch Grant pace through the room, his eyes wild as his hands stab through his hair.
“I want everyone to know I apologize again because it seems that my husband made this entire thing up to protect his precious ego. But I can assure all of you that I’m alive and well.”
She grins, the little minx.
“In fact, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Let’s just say Mr. Nash has been able to make up for all the failings of my husband.” She sticks out her pinky finger as if referencing the size of Grant’s cock.
Laughter bursts from my mouth, and I glance over to see Grant destroying his house, his mouth opening on a roar I can’t hear due to his shitty security system, but I can imagine what it sounds like as he swipes his arm across the entire wet bar in the room, launching all the liquor bottles over the ground where they burst into a mess of broken glass and liquor at his feet.
I’ll have to save this footage before he calms down enough to erase it. The replays alone will be hours of entertainment.
“So again, thank you all for your concern, but at this time, I’d like things to go back to normal. I’m returning to my home and rebuilding my life. It’s my hope that Grant will be smart enough to do the same.”
Oh hell. It’s a good thing Grant doesn’t have any weapons at his disposal. With the way he’s yelling and carrying on, he might put a bullet in his own brain and ruin all my fun.
Adeline steps away from the microphones, and Lincoln leads her through the crush of reporters and flashing cameras. The video follows them as they get into the back of a black car he rented, the screen returning to the shocked face of a reporter once the car pulls away.
I turn off the television and hurry to save all the footage of Grant losing his mind, my feet practically dancing in place from my excitement to show it to Lincoln and Adeline.
Knowing they’ll be at the house in less than twenty minutes, I shut my computer, taking it from the top of the piano to slip into my bag on a nearby sofa.
I spin in place to take a last look around at the new furniture I ordered and had delivered today, as well as the instruments I had moved from my penthouse. It’s as close as I can make it to what her house used to look like, every room furnished according to what I can remember after the years of watching her here.
The only thing I can’t replicate is the insanity of her prior bedroom, the mishmash of color and styles, the chaos that is Adeline’s head when decorating her space.
She’ll have to accomplish that on her own, but for now, I had it furnished with a king size bed, the headboard an intricate iron design with plenty of places for tying her hands up.
It looks nothing like her old bed, but I took the liberty of deciding on the improvement.
The house is done as far as I can tell, and I added heavy light blocking curtains on every French door and window that she’ll learn to use if I have to beat the habit into her.
Stepping outside, I lean a shoulder against one of the porch pillars and wait for their car to arrive.
The black Lexus pulls silently to the curb, the driver stepping out to run around and open the door for Adeline. She steps out looking absolutely incredible, a broad smile stretching her face as she waves at me and moves to let Lincoln out.
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