Chapter 6
Dash reached for my luggage, then looked surprised when he realized I didn’t have any:
“No luggage?”
I opened the car door and got in the passenger seat.
“Just a bunch of old junk. Nothing worth keeping.”
Dash didn’t say anything, but I caught the smile he couldn’t hide.
He leaned over me, his broad frame casting a shadow.
I suddenly held my breath.
“What are you thinking? I know you have neck problems, so I had this U–shaped pillow custom–made for you.”
The U–shaped pillow started massaging, and my whole body relaxed.
But my phone kept going crazy.
Jaxon called several times–I declined them all.
He stubbornly texted: [Harley, I know I screwed up, but you can’t joke about divorce!]
Two minutes later, like he’d dropped his high–and–mighty act, he texted again:
[Bunny princess, come on, stop being mad. I’m waiting for you at the venue. Prince and princess–that’s gotta be us.]
I just blocked him.
But then he switched numbers and called even more frantically.
When I answered, I was surprised by how gentle his voice was:
“Harley, are you lost? Tell me where you are–I’ll come get you.”
“Stop calling. I meant everything I said. Jaxon, aren’t you always saying adults should be rational and dignified?”
“Harley, we’re married–what’s dignified about-”
I put it on speaker, and Dash took the hint and greeted him.
Instantly, Jaxon’s breathing got heavy, like he was brewing endless emotions.
“Dash! You’ve been after my woman this whole time–have you no shame!”
I smiled awkwardly, about to hang up, but Dash grabbed my wrist.
“You’ve got it wrong. Harley never belonged to you before, and she sure as hell won’t in the future.”
Before Jaxon could react, I hung up décisively.
I looked at Dash, totally confused.
The guy who used to be steady as a rock was saying stuff like this now.
Our Vows Were Lies. But Your Revenge Will Be Very Real
Chapter 6
As the plane took off, Dash seemed to read my confusion and explained with a smile:
“Don’t feel pressured. I just don’t want you trapped by shitty people and drama anymore. If I can help, I will.”
Landing in LA, I got a new SIM card and blocked Jaxon on all social media.
Ten years of entanglement–the past seemed to drift away like smoke in the wind.
After joining Harley & Dash Group, I threw myself into work, and the days flew by.
One day, as I was leaving the office, my phone suddenly rang.
“Ms. Sinclair? Oh, you better come quick! Someone broke the locks at the J.H. apartment!”
The J.H. apartment was where Jaxon and I had lived separately during grad school–originally two small studios.
Because of all the beautiful memories, even after leaving LA, I’d bought both units and combined them into one.
Parking by the roadside, the sycamore tree from my memories was still in its old spot, welcoming an old friend home.
The tree–lined path from J.H. to campus was filled with sweet memories of Jaxon and me.
Back then, he’d wait downstairs for me every day.
When I came down, he’d hand me a hot latte he’d been keeping warm in his jacket.
In our free time, we’d take the bus through LA’s bustling districts.
He always said that after graduation, when he made it big, he’d definitely buy a big villa here.
Hopefully we’d have a daughter, and he’d make his wife and daughter the happiest people in the world.
Davange Will Be Very Real
