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Noah interrupts my thoughts, interrogating, "Did you sign a prenup?"
"What? No!" I blurt out, offended he would think Riggs would make me do that. One thing Riggs has always been is generous with his money.
"So he can steal yours," Noah mutters.
"Stop it! He doesn't need my money," I declare.
Noah's face hardens.
I cross my arms and hug my chest, feeling overwhelmed.
Noah repeats, "Don't worry about money, Blakely. I'll get you a divorce attorney. You can take Riggs to the cleaners."
Offended, I assert, "I don't want his money, and we aren't getting divorced!" My pulse creeps up. I have no idea how I would ever forgive Riggs or get past this, but the idea of divorcing him just hurts too much.
Noah's eyes widen. "Don't be stupid. You're young with your entire life in front of you." His phone buzzes. He glances at it and clenches his jaw. Then he stares at me and roughly answers, "Matt, what is it?"
Goose bumps pop out on my skin.
Noah declares, "Ban him from the building."
More bad feelings fill me. There's no doubt he's talking about Riggs.
He's here.
I struggle not to run out of Noah's condo and go find him.
A moment of silence passes, and Noah barks, "I don't care if he threatens to have the cops raid the place. His wife isn't his property. He's not coming near her, and tell him if he attempts to, I'll file a restraining order."
My mouth turns dry. I put my hand over my stomach, feeling ill again.
Is this what I really want?
To never go near Riggs again?
To never see him and not talk to him?
What he did wasn't right, but I've always known Riggs was screwed up. I should have known he was capable of using me.
Maybe, this entire thing is my fault. Besides, he never lied about wanting to destroy my father. Perhaps I'm the stupid one for not making him tell me how he would execute my father's demise.
Noah hangs up the phone, warning, "He's not coming near you, Blakely." He walks to the window and glares through the glass.
I follow and look down, my gut churning faster. Riggs is fighting off three security guards, shouting as they push him away from the building. I put my hand over my mouth, and tears fall rapidly down my face.
He looks like he hasn't slept. His hair's a disheveled mess. He's so angry, and I'm scared he'll do something stupid with long-lasting consequences. One thing I'm not is oblivious to Riggs's temper. "Noah, please stop them," I beg.
Noah gives me a shocked look, then denies my request. "Absolutely not."
"They're going to hurt him," I claim.
Noah grunts. "Will serve the bastard right."
"He's my husband!" I cry out.
He turns to me. "And what did he do to you? You ran from a charity event through a sea of reporters and then you fled with me. You had me take you to your house so you could fill a suitcase of barely any of your possessions. So tell me what he did to you because that's a pretty extreme reaction."
I glance back down at Riggs. My entire insides shake.
