“As we agreed before, after the divorce I’ll buy you a few apartments in Veridian City. Until then, Dapper can stay at our place. How does that sound?”
Divorce?
Chandler, who’d been silently driving, flinched at the word.
“You two are getting divorced?”
Landon picked up on a note of glee in Chandler’s voice and shot him a frosty glare. “Mind your own business.”
But Chandler’s grin only grew wider, his eyes practically sparkling with mischief.
What was that saying? You want your friend to have a good life, but you don’t want him driving a Range Rover while you’re still stuck in a clunker. Chandler didn’t actually care if his friend made it big, but he sure as hell wanted some company in misery.
Why was it that his own wife wanted to leave him for no good reason, while this jerk Landon—after everything he’d done to Zinnia—got to stay married? No way. Absolutely not. If he had to go through hell, Landon could damn well join him.
Landon ignored Chandler and turned to Zinnia, his gaze intense and voice coaxing. “Don’t worry, I keep my promises. Everything I agreed to before—I’ll see it through.”
Zinnia knew exactly what he meant: he’d promised to go through with the divorce.
But now he wanted her to move back to Royal Bay?
She instinctively frowned. Before Landon could mistake her hesitation for agreement, she cut him off, her voice crisp and unwavering.
“No. Royal Bay’s too far from the hospital, it’s just not practical. Dapper’s still little, he’s not going to tear the place apart.”
There was only a month left anyway, and she had no desire to get tangled up with Landon again over a dog. She’d only just moved out of Royal Bay—she wasn’t about to move back. She didn’t have time for this.
“Zinnia, where are you living now?” Chandler suddenly called out from the front, unable to listen to another word from Landon.
It was the first time Zinnia had heard Chandler call her by her first name, and she hesitated a moment before giving him her address. She would do anything to steer the conversation away from Landon’s bizarre reasoning.
Lately, she was starting to think Landon was actually two people trapped in one body. Tonight, the split seemed even more obvious. Before meeting Dapper, he couldn’t stand the dog. Now, not only was he calling Dapper his brother-in-law, he was willing to let him move into Royal Bay.
Could Dapper’s charm really be that overwhelming?
As soon as Chandler got the address, he slammed his foot on the gas, sending the car speeding down the road. If there wasn’t a speed limit, he’d have the thing airborne. There was no way he’d let Landon’s smug act last another second.
What’s that old saying? Better to break ten churches than ruin a single marriage?
No way. He’d build a hundred churches if it meant blowing up Landon’s marriage.

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