“I love you, Beckham…” I whispered.
He hummed, pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“And I love and only live for you, my little flower…”
Chapter forty-four
Rosenna
Afewdaysorso passed, and I found myself back inside my office. The exhibit had come to a close. The showrooms were cleared of the sold art and changed to regular displays. It was bittersweet seeing everything come down after the week we’d all been through, but nonetheless, I was glad it was over.
While I was busy piling together the cash we accumulated to write a check out to my loan shark, Vincent was working tirelessly with Beckam to find a way to take down Gavin.
I was eager to slam the check on Brent’s desk to be finished with him, but Beckham stopped me, letting me know it could eventually be used against me in court if Gavin was in debt and I was easily writing million-dollar checks to pay off mine.
Unfortunately, I trusted our relationship too much to sign a prenuptial agreement in contrast to his reasoning, which had less to do with mistrust in our marriage lasting and more to do with my ability to bring him in more liquid cash and assets. Thinking about our marriage, about the lies, the betrayal, I felt used.
It was a terrible feeling as I realized I had devotedeverythingto this man. Everything towards what I built and what we could build together… all for him to have been using everything of mine behind my back, berating and belittling me while he did.
I felt so disgusted with myself for letting it even get this far. From sleeping in the same bed with him to kissing him after he slept with another woman the night before. God, it literally made me sick to my stomach.
Thankfully, Beckham was by my side. He knew I was getting lost in my self-destructing thoughts, and like a better man than my so-called husband could ever be, his only goal was to keep me grounded, keep me sane, and keep me focused on fixing my problems—not succumbing to their weight on my shoulders.
Crossing my leg over the other as I leaned back in my chair, I sighed and gazed at the numbers on the screen. We made well over our target goal, and I was still in disbelief days later.
Like a lifeline, my office door swung open, and Kira waltzed in with two coffees. She handed me my cup and leaned against my desk, looking at the numbers on the screen as well.
“How does it feel to no longer be a millionaire in the negative direction?”
“Feels great, honestly. Although I could do without the cheating husband, but that’s neither here nor there.”
“Who knew Gav would turn out to be worse than the dick we already knew him to be...?”
I could only shrug as I glanced over the recent articles published on my screen about the already famous art exhibit of the year.This still felt too good to be true.
Part of me was afraid I’d wake up from this dream, reliving the nightmare that was my life before Beckham, before meeting Vincent, before realizing I was too good for my husband—before I began to spiral again, not like I wasn’t already in the process given all the stress I’d been under.
“When are you going to serve him the divorce papers?” Kira asked, her voice cutting through the silence.
I sighed. “I have my attorney working with Vincent’s lawyers and legal team to draft the papers as we speak. Going against Gavin and his lawyer buddies is going to be a complete shitshow. Even if it’s small, there’s a possibility he could take everything from me. And I would have to start from scratch. I can only hope the evidence we have against him is enough to fight him in court.”
“I would try to shake Brent down to get him to spill the beans about everything he knows to incriminate the both of them, but he’s Gavin’s little bitch. He wouldn’t say anything.”
“He had to have known all of this was going on. If he didn’t, he was a damn good liar telling me I could always count on him.”
I thought back to how he constantly reminded me that I would need him, that he would be there for me. Turns out he was more of a backstabber than I could have ever known.
“The both of them would lose their shit if they knew how much Beckham’s exhibits made. Dammit, I just want to shove it in Gavin’s face,” Kira seethed.
I smiled. “Trust me, Kira... I know.”
We chatted it up for a bit more before she headed back to her office. Soon enough, it was time to close up for the night, and I waved Kira goodbye through the glass door of her office before making my way out of the gallery.
Going over to my car, I went over to the passenger seat to put away my belongings before I heard footsteps approaching. Looking over my shoulder, I froze in place as I made eye contact with a woman watching me silently.
However, it wasn’t just a woman. It was Gavin’s more recent mistress: the same woman in the photos and the same woman Beckham had latched onto his arm months ago at Vincent’s billionaire brunch, which made my jealousy soar.
“Rosenna... It’s good to see you.” She smiled.
