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Chapter 67 Gabrielle, I Agree To The Divorce
I closed my eyes in frustration, then opened them slowly, bracing myself.
No question who had arrived.
“Vincent’s here,” Ryan murmured, his tone calm, his handsome face utterly unbothered. “Think he’ll assume we’re having an affair?”
I fell silent, glaring at him.
Even now, Ryan found time to joke!
But ever since our accidental kiss, something about the way he looked at me had shifted.
I couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but it was there, lingering like a question I didn’t dare.
Moments later, Vincent stormed in like a bull seeing red. His eyes locked on me, and in seconds, he grabbed my wrist. “What the hell are you doing here with Uncle Ryan?”
His shout was deafening, grating against my ears. I yanked my hand free, meeting his furious glare with a cold stare, “And why does it matter to you?”
Why wouldn’t Vincent just stay out of my life? Shouldn’t he be home taking care of Claire and the baby instead of barging in here, throwing a tantrum?
“You’re my wife!” Vincent shouted, his bloodshot eyes making him look unhinged. “How could I not care, seeing you cozying up to Uncle Ryan?”
Before I could respond, Ryan stepped in. With a simple motion, he pushed Vincent back and pulled me to his side, keeping a protective distance between us.
“Don’t touch her,” Ryan said, his voice cold and commanding. “Her hand injury just healed.”
Vincent froze, his face twisting as he processed the scene in front of him.
His gaze darted between us before he exploded, “Uncle Ryan, what the hell are you doing? Why are you always hanging around with my wife? Now you won’t even let me near her? This is insane! She’s MY
wife!”
Ryan’s expression didn’t waver, “I live here. Gabrielle and I are neighbors,” he said, gesturing toward his door. “So running into each other isn’t exactly a shock. We’re not doing anything, so there’s no need for you to get so worked up.”
His voice grew sharper, “Not everyone lacks shame like you and Claire. My relationship with Gabrielle isn’t as dirty as whatever you’re imagining. And as for her being your wife–don’t worry, she won’t be for
long.”
Vincent’s face turned a dozen shades, none of them flattering.
Seeing this, I felt a bit vindicated.
For a moment, I couldn’t suppress a tiny flicker of satisfaction, Ryan remembered my hand injury–he defended me, standing firm in a way sent my emotions swirling.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay grounded.
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With him helping me in so many ways, it would be lying to myself to say I didn’t feel anything
But he was still Vincent’s uncle. No matter what, I had to keep my wits about me.
“Seeing the way you two were acting just now, you think I’m blind?” Vincent growled, his fists clenched, veins popping on his forehead. “Gabrielle, you and Ryan must think I’m a complete idiot!”
A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it. I leveled a cool look at him, “You’ve got a child with your mistress, yet you still think you have the right to yell at me?”
“Vincent, I find you quite interesting. One minute, you’re pretending to love me, like you’re desperate to win me back. The next, you’re cuddling up with your mistress, and then you show up here, acting
crazy.”
I crossed my arms, meeting his rage with cold detachment, “Honestly, you make me sick! Sometimes I wonder how I could’ve been so blind to love someone like you for so many years.”
“You–Gabrielle, you actually-” Vincent pointed at me, trembling as he pointed at me. But for all his anger, he couldn’t form a coherent response.
“Save the theatrics, let’s get to the point,” I cut in, tired of the whole show. “You came here for a reason, right? What is it? Unless it’s about the divorce, don’t bother.”
His mouth opened, then closed, his jaw tight. Finally, he spoke, “I’m here to talk about the divorce,” he said, his voice low and rough.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke, “Gabrielle, I agree to the divorce.”
