Chapter 521

Chapter 521:

“So I was wrong,” Lea said.

Not quite. Mira didn’t blame me, not out loud anyway. But she did say she needed space. She didn’t think it was a good idea for us to spend the night together.

So, just past midnight, I was kicked out. I drove aimlessly for a while and ended up here.

I drained the rest of the cocktail and signaled for another.

“You should slow down,” Lea said. “You’re the one who told me drinking solves nothing. No answers at the bottom of a glass—only delusion, escape, lies, and cowardice p>

“I’m not drunk p>

I wished I were.

If I were, I wouldn’t remember every detail. I’d be able to forget the moment she reached for her ring.

She’d been about to take it off.

Leaving Paris and leaving her alone had been a huge mistake.

Lea seemed to read my thoughts. “I’m sorry. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have had to rush back to Skyline, and none of this would have happened p>

I shook my head. “It’s not your fault p>

Lea was one of my oldest friends. I couldn’t just leave her in trouble.

“Are you sure Pierre will sign the divorce papers?” I asked.

She’d flown to Paris with me because her lawyer had said Pierre had agreed to a no-contest divorce.

“He doesn’t want to, but his parents will force him to. The Marchands care more about their money than their image. You’ve put pressure on their overseas business, and I’ve threatened to leak Pierre’s dirty laundry to the press. His parents will hogtie him and drag him to sign if they have to. They’ll be glad to see the back of me. Never liked me anyway p>

I patted her shoulder. “You’ll find someone better p>

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From what Kylian had told me, she’d married Pierre just days after meeting him. Whether it was her mistake, his, or both, wasn’t for me to judge.

“Look at us. A pair of hopeless cases,” Lea said with a crooked smile. She raised her glass. “To friendship p>

I clinked glasses with her and drank.

“Do you want me to come with you tomorrow to the meeting?” I asked. The only time I’d met Pierre was outside her hotel room. He’d been high and drunk, slamming his fists on the door. He looked like a spoiled man-child, and I wouldn’t put it past him to get violent.

“Nah. I’ll bring my bodyguards p>

“You’d better p>

“What about you? What are you going to do about Mirabelle p>

I stared into my drink. For once, I had no idea.

“There you are p>

We both looked up at the voice, thick with spite.

“Pierre!” Lea stood abruptly. “What the hell are you doing here p>

“Catching you in the act p>

He was clearly drunk—bloodshot eyes, breath reeking of booze.

“Is this the guy you’ve been fucking behind my back p>