I Played His Lover’s Husband Chapter 15
Several months later, the Harrington and Montgomery families finally completed their financial separation.
My engagement to Dominic was now nothing but a worthless sheet of paper.
I stood before the windows on the twenty-eighth floor with a glass of wine in hand.
Financial news played quietly on the television behind me.
The Harrington Corporation had been exposed for a massive financial loophole and now stood on the brink
of collapse.
When Dominic called, I picked up.
I thought he’d hate me.
The Harringtons had no shortage of enemies.
The scandal wasn’t my doing-but I’d seen it coming, and I’d said nothing. Just watched it burn.
Yet Dominic’s voice was filled with relief, along with hope he made no effort to hide.
“Estelle, you’ve never let a grudge go in your life.”
“So why didn’t you finish us off? Why leave us room to breathe?”
“You might be able to fool yourself, but you can’t fool me.”
His voice trembled slightly. “You still love me, don’t you?”
From the twenty-eighth floor, the people below looked impossibly small.
Even those memories of standing alone by the window, crying silently for him, now felt incredibly distant.
I let out a faint sigh, unsure whether I was speaking to Dominic or to myself.
“All these years, how I felt about you… it always swung.”
“Sometimes I loved you. Sometimes I hated you.”
“But my heart never stopped beating for you, no matter how pathetic that made me.”
“But today…” I placed a hand over my heart and smiled softly. “It’s finally quiet.”
Back on my eighteenth birthday, Dominic had saved me from the hands of fate.
He spared me from ruin, humiliation, and heartbreak.
And so now, by doing nothing, I repaid him in full.
I spoke gently, “Now we’re even. Truly.”
The other end of the call fell completely silent.
Then I said the words that would end our entanglement.
“Goodbye, Dominic. For the rest of this life, let’s not meet again.”
I hung up.
Rhett’s arms came around me from behind.
At that exact moment, fireworks suddenly exploded across the night sky outside the window.
Old memories would always be overwritten by new ones.
And the days ahead-I knew they’d burn even brighter than the fireworks.