I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 99

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Then he cleared the side table and added cheese, Cold cuts. Smoked salmon. Plain yoghurt in a glass far.

I’m not a whale, you know,‘ I said, squinting at him.

Doctor said you might not have much of an appetite. So I asked for variety. Iust eat what you want ‘

Join me,‘ I invited.

He nodded and started to sit on the edge of the bed, then paused.

‘What’s wrong?‘

‘Nothing.‘ He pulled up a chair instead.

I picked up a spoon and got to it.

By the time he’d unscrewed the jam lid, I’d already demolished a cup of yoghurt and half a slice of French toast.

He watched me for a full minute.

‘What?‘ I asked, self–conscious.

‘You eat fast,‘ he said, calmly, like an observation in a chart. ‘And you swallow fast.‘

‘Proof that my appetite’s fine.‘

‘Eating too fast isn’t good for digestion.‘

I muttered, ‘Right. Got it.‘

I tried slowing down. Lasted maybe three bites before I gave up and let my mouth do its thing.

He didn’t mention it again. Just looked at me like he was filing it away for later.

The more food in my stomach, the more of last night came back.

I remembered talking. Saying too much.

Stuff I’d only ever told Yvaine. Things I’d buried years ago. Things didn’t want Ashton–or anyone–to know.

I trusted him; he’d been the ideal fake husband, a perfect partner in crime.

But I hadn’t meant to show him the broken bits of the high school version of me.

I hoped he’d forgotten.

Apparently not.

‘Isobel Brooke’s been arrested,‘ he said.

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Arrested? The juice in my mouth suddenly tasted sweeter. ‘For what?‘

Aggravated assault.‘

On?

‘You.‘

I touched my own nose. ‘But I wasn’t assaulted.‘

‘She pushed you into a pool.‘

“True,‘ I admitted. ‘But I’m fine now. No “serious bodily injury“.”

‘Not for lack of trying on her part,‘ Ashton said, voice flat.

‘I bet her family’s already posted bail.‘ The Brookes had more than enough money for that.

‘Not this time.‘

‘Why not? Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled she’s finally been arrested, but it’s just my word against hers.‘

‘There’s evidence. Someone filmed it.‘

I perked up. ‘Really? Who? I need to send them flowers.‘

His lips curved. ‘I already took care of that.‘

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“Thanks.‘ I took another long sip of juice, savouring it. ‘She used to mess with me in school. Barely back in town and already pulling the same crap. I’m not letting it slide this time.‘

Ashton asked, ‘What did she do to you?‘

‘Didn’t I already tell you? In the car?‘

‘Bits and pieces. You were mostly incoherent.‘

I sipped the juice, set it down, tasted the coffee, abandoned that too. Picked up the buttered toast and chewed in silence.

He didn’t push.

I sighed, lowered the toast. He already knew half of it. Might as well give him the rest. Sort of.

I gave him a trimmed–down version. Just the surface. Skipped the worst of it.

Spilling everything while feverish and half–dead was one thing. Doing it stone–cold sober with full brain function was harder. Even with him.

If Ashton noticed my dodge, he didn’t call me on it.

‘What do you want to do?‘ he asked.

‘I want to sue her. Properly. If the prosecutor drops the criminal charges‘–I rolled my eyes -‘because the Brookes will be working overtime pulling strings like last time, then I’m bringing a civil suit. And not just for this. For everything back in high school too. The police kept records. Finn, my lawyer, said he can get them.‘

‘You’ve thought this through.‘

I have.‘

It was an idea I’d been toying with ever since Serenna told me Isobel was back in town, Isobel Brooke was a rot I intended to cut out for good.

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“You’ve got the entire LGIL legal department at your disposal,‘ Aston said.

1 opened my mouth to object.

He beat me to it. ‘They’re already working with your lawyer on the libel suit. May as well keep the teamwork going.‘

I paused, then nodded. “Thanks.‘

He didn’t look thrilled. ‘You don’t have to thank me. You’re my wile. My lawyers are your lawyers.‘

I joked, ‘Tell that to couples in the middle of a divorce.‘

Silence.

He didn’t crack a smile. Didn’t so much as twitch a corner of his mouth.

I winced, took refuge in my coffee.

After a beat, he said, ‘You’ve got me. If you ever need anything, you come to me.‘

I nodded. ‘I know.‘

‘I don’t think you do.‘

I looked up. His voice had gone sharp.

‘You were gearing up to sue Rhys on your own. Planning to handle Isobel by yourself. When there was trouble at work, you dealt with it alone.‘

There was quiet heat behind his words. Accusation, tightly leashed.

‘How did you–‘I broke off. ‘Of course you knew. Hence that dinner with Octavia Grey. Who told you?‘ 1

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