Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 75

Stephanie went inside and headed straight for the third floor.

But her head was so heavy and clouded that she felt like she had no bones. The moment she entered the room, she collapsed onto the bed.

She'd had drinks the night before, too, but it hadn't been like this.

It had to be that plum wine; it had a stronger kick than she realized.

Vaguely, she remembered that she was supposed to have moved into a hotel. She tried to get up, but the bed's pull was too strong.

After several failed attempts, Stephanie finally gave up, closed her eyes, and fell back asleep.

Downstairs, Jonathan sat in the brightly lit living room.

He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, his eyes fixed on the top of the third-floor staircase.

He chain-smoked several cigarettes, but there was no movement from upstairs.

It seemed she had passed out the moment she walked in.

It took him a while to compose himself.

Fate had certainly played a cruel joke on him.

How was this even possible?

A few minutes later, Jonathan called Steven. “Are you here yet?”

“Yes, just pulling up to the gate now.”

As he spoke, the doorbell rang.

Jonathan snatched the file from Steven's hands.

Steven had no idea why Jonathan would summon him in the middle of the night to bring the divorce papers he had signed yesterday.

He couldn't help but ask, “Is there a problem with the document? Do any of the terms need to be changed?”

Jonathan didn't answer, merely flipping to the last page.

A familiar name came into view. “Stephanie” was signed in neat, elegant script, easy to recognize.

Jonathan's gaze lingered on the signature for a moment, then he abruptly tore the two signed copies of the Divorce Agreement to shreds.

Steven stood beside him, stunned. What was going on?

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