Leaving Him in Seven Days

The year the Lawson family was on the edge of bankruptcy, my father made a deal with Rory Lawson and arranged for me to marry him.

I didn't know he already had a fiancée, who was also his childhood sweetheart.

Later, when my father became embroiled in a scandal and the company faced collapse, Rory brought her home, promising her the grand wedding she deserved.

I didn't cry or make a scene. I just quietly packed my bags.

Rory sneered, "Don't pull that hard-to-get act. You think you're still the pampered heiress?"

Unknown to him, I had the divorce agreement he signed while drunk.

In seven days, I'd be leaving the country with my father.

The day my father was sent to an overseas branch, Rory Lawson brought home his first love, who had just gotten divorced.

He entered my room with a poker face and announced, "Sienna is moving in next week. I owe her too much. Don't complain about it."

My father had been forced to step down after being accused of workplace harassment. And now, Rory couldn't even wait to make his intentions clear.

I looked up and met his gaze, now devoid of any warmth.

We had been married for three years, but I had never managed to win his heart.

I looked away, hiding the sting in my heart. "Alright."

I was leaving soon, so it didn't matter anymore. He was free to bring anyone home.

Surprised by my easy compliance, Rory tried to say something, but no words came out.

He had always been reticent in front of me.

After he left, I opened the safe in my vanity and retrieved a piece of paper from beneath my jewelry box. It was the divorce agreement he gave me three years ago. Signed and stamped.

All it needed was to be filed at the courthouse, and our ties would be severed.

I met Rory at a business gala. His striking features captivated me at first sight.

Within days, whispers of a marriage proposal between our families reached my ears. I thought it was fate. But soon, I learned the truth: Sienna Hancock, his first love, was about to marry someone else.

That night, Rory drank himself into oblivion. I brought him a bowl of ginger soup and found him slumped over his desk.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he murmured, "Tiffany..."

My heart fluttered. I hurried to his side, but he grabbed the glass tumbler on the table and hurled it at the floor.

The crash startled me, and I instinctively stepped back.

His usual elegance was gone. He hissed through gritted teeth, "This is all your fault. If you hadn't set your sights on me and if your father weren't a CEO..."

His voice broke, heavy with resentment. "I wouldn't have been forced into this marriage. I wouldn't have had to watch Sienna marry someone else."

The weight of his words hit me, making me breathless. The happiness I thought we had shared was nothing but an illusion. Tears blurred my vision and streamed down my face.

Staggering to his feet, Rory grabbed a pen and scrawled his signature across a divorce agreement.

He tossed the flimsy piece of paper at me and declared, "I'm divorcing you and bringing Sienna back home."

He was drunk beyond reason, saying whatever came to mind.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat. "You're not thinking clearly. We'll talk about this when you're sober."

I picked up the paper and left the room, closing the door behind me. Once alone, the tears I'd been holding back fell freely.

The night was cold, the wind was biting, but it couldn't freeze my pain.

The next day, Rory woke up to his usual polite and reserved self. He never mentioned Sienna again, nor did he bring up the divorce.