Chapter 4
He hesitated: “Harley, is your phone broken?”
I shook my head, confused.
After a moment of silence, he said:
“Don’t leave after work. I’ll pick you up–we’re going to Starlight Venue.”
That was a hotel that specialized in corporate events.
I was stunned. Asked him if today was some special occasion.
Suddenly my phone dinged, and the automatic reminder I’d set started reading:
“Ms. Judy Bunny, today marks ten years since you and Mr. Nick Fox first met.
You two must still be happily together! What gift did he prepare for your anniversary this year?”
I turned off the reminder and looked up to see the man’s eyes were actually watering.
For a moment, the air went completely still.
Until the delivery guy rang the doorbell with bouquets filling the entire house.
I didn’t wait for them to finish arranging the flowers before heading to the garage.
Jaxon suddenly grabbed my sleeve, frowning:
“You’re not gonna wait for them to finish so we can take pictures?”
Before, I used to post every little happy moment with him on social media.
But this time, I just tapped my watch, saying I’d be late for work.
That evening, walking into Starlight Venue, Disney’s division CEO greeted me with a beaming smile.
Ivy followed close behind in a full bunny dress outfit.
When she saw me, her face went stiff.
“This is a Disney party–Director Sinclair showing up dressed like that is totally disrespecting the hosts!”
I immediately recognized the bunny dress she was wearing–I’d had it custom–made by a Disney designer.
Later I’d asked Jaxon to pick it up, and it “went missing” after that.
I just quietly muttering what a shame it was.
Jaxon’s face had gone dark, and he’d screamed at me:
“It’s just some ugly ass kids‘ costume! What CEO would wear that shit in public–people would laugh their asses off! Good thing it got
lost!”
But now, the fox outfit was on Jaxon.
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Chapter 4
He stammered some excuse: “Last party, Ivy didn’t have a suitable dress, so I lent her the bunny one.”
Just then, Disney’s CEO enthusiastically invited the Disney prince and princess spokesmodels on stage.
Jaxon looked relieved: “Harley, do you remember what I told you? I was going to give you Disney-”
Ivy deliberately made a scene, pretending to down an entire glass of whiskey.
Jaxon rushed to grab the glass from her hands.
“You can’t drink!”
Ivy’s eyes filled with tears: “I thought you didn’t even care about your first child anymore.”
Jaxon quickly pulled her aside to comfort her quietly.
Six months ago, at a business cocktail party, Jaxon made me drink for Ivy.
I begged him, saying I was allergic to alcohol, but he didn’t care–forced my mouth open and poured it down.
Said worst case, he’d take me to the hospital to pump my stomach.
That night, I was in excruciating pain and rushed to the ER.
The doctor told me I’d been two months pregnant–the fetus had miscarried.
When I told Jaxon, he was stunned for a moment, then spat out those ice–cold words with disgust:
“Harley, you don’t need to make up stories just because you’re jealous. I’m not buying it!”
The spotlight hit the two of them in their fox and bunny outfits as the whole venue cheered for them to get on stage.
But Jaxon didn’t head toward the stage–he looked back for me.
Ivy was on the verge of tears:
“Mr. Cullen, I only need one year as spokesperson. The baby’s innocent–it can’t be born into scandal!”
Her voice wasn’t quiet, and the paparazzi who caught wind swarmed over.
But Jaxon strode right up to me, saying through gritted teeth:
“Harley, next year’s princess spokesperson will definitely be you.”
I focused on checking the message my lawyer had sent, then closed my phone with a smile:
“It’s just a Disney spokesperson gig. Forget this year–give her every year from now on.”
Jaxon looked completely stunned.
I glanced at my flight info–three hours until takeoff–and in front of all the paparazzi, I did something totally unexpected.
