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Hustling him out of a hundred thousand dollars does sound nice—
“The offer expires in three…”
Wait a minute. Why does he want to buy the ring in the first place?
“Two…”
Who cares? Take it!
“Fine!” I shout.
“You accept?”
“Sure.”
“Great. Now with that settled…” He tosses the ring into the concrete mixer. The diamond gets swallowed up by the thick mixture as the machine spins round and round.
“Julian!” I jump to hit the red emergency button, but he yanks me away before I have a chance. All the air is knocked from my lungs as I slam into his body.
Our hard hats bang into each other, and mine falls off and lands at our feet during my fight to get loose. He wraps his other arm around my waist and tightens his hold, making any escape impossible.
“What are you doing?” I hiss like a wounded animal.
“Saving you from yourself.” He hauls me farther away without my feet touching the ground.
“Are you serious? What was the point of offering to pay all that money for a ring you planned on throwing away?” I screech as I shove at the steel band of muscle locked around my body.
“It’ll be worth every penny.”
“But—” My reply gets lost somewhere in the chaos of my mind.
“You didn’t like your ring.”
I rear back. “What?”
“I bet you hated it from the moment Oliver got down on one knee and popped open that cliché Cartier box.”
A two-by-four to the face would be less surprising than his comment.
My pulse quickens. “Why would you think that?”
“Because, like him, it was stuffy, obnoxious, and represented everything he and his pretentious, cookie-cutter family stand for.” Julian’s words hit hard enough to make my legs shake beneath me.
Julian saw Oliver and his family for exactly what they were.
A fancy façade.
I was comfortable going along with it because Oliver made it seem like he was different, but in reality, he was another Creswell clone desperate for an inheritance and his parents’ approval.
And I was the woman standing in the way of that.
Julian lets me go when the fight drains from my body, and my mind drifts as the machine spins.
The demise of my relationship started with a prenup, and things quickly devolved from there as I was pummeled with tasks like premarital counseling and health screenings.
It’s standard protocol for people like us, Oliver said as he passed me a stack of prenuptial paperwork thicker than my thigh. While I expected one given the Creswells’ financial situation, its contents shocked me.
A genetic health screening?I asked with a frown, only for Oliver to wave away my concern.It’s a formality. He grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.Think of it as a protective measure, he added.
