Chapter 143
Chapter 143:
Skye watched Liam leave. She touched the brooch again.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Alistair: Did he cry?
Skye smiled. A real smile.
Skye: Almost. You’re enjoying this too much.
Alistair: I enjoy anything that involves you winning.
Liam was blind with rage as he marched down the hallway of Trinity Media. He needed to hurt Skye. He needed to show her that she wasn’t the only one who could move on.
He spotted Seraphina.
She was wearing a gray uniform that was two sizes too big, holding a mop. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun. She looked pathetic.
Perfect.
Just as Skye exited the glass meeting room, Liam veered off course. He grabbed Seraphina’s arm.
“Seraphina, darling,” he said, his voice booming theatrically. “I’ve missed you p>
Seraphina dropped the mop. Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “Liam! Oh, Liam, I knew you’d come back p>
She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist. The smell of industrial cleaner and sweat hit Liam’s nose, making his stomach turn. He held his breath, his body rigid with disgust. He didn’t hug her back; he merely placed his hands on her shoulders, keeping a distinct barrier between them.
He looked over her shoulder, trying to catch Skye’s eye.
Skye walked past them.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t glare. She barely even glanced in their direction. She held her phone to her ear.
“Yes, Gabriel,” Skye said, her voice light and happy. “Dinner sounds lovely. The Italian place? Perfect. See you at eight p>
𝘙𝗲а𝗱 𝖿𝗿𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗼𝘂𝗋 p𝘩o𝗻𝘦 𝗼𝗇 𝗯𝗲𝗅ո𝗼𝘃𝘦𝗹𝗌.со𝘮
She kept walking. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the tile.
Liam froze.
She didn’t care.
His ploy had failed completely. He was touching a woman he loathed, and his wife—his ex-wife—was making dinner plans with a movie star.
Seraphina pulled back, puckering her lips for a kiss. “Take me home, Liam. Let’s get out of here p>
Liam looked at her face. He saw the desperation. He saw the delusion.
He felt a wave of nausea.
He shoved her away. It wasn’t a gentle push; it was violent.
Seraphina stumbled back. Her heels slipped on the wet floor she had just mopped. She flailed, crashing down into the puddle of soapy water.
“Liam?” she gasped, sitting in the muck. “What p>
“Don’t touch me,” Liam snarled. His mask dropped completely. “You stink p>
“But… you just said you missed me,” Seraphina stammered, tears welling up.
“You were a prop,” Liam said cruelly. He wiped his hand with a handkerchief, scrubbing the skin where she had touched him. “And a useless one at that p>