Page 94 of Vengeful Vows
“Girl, he’s a billionaire who set out to ruin your life. The amount he’s suggesting isn’t even one day’s interest on his ill-gotten gains. You deserve way more. And you know he has an all-star attorney.”
I know she’s right, but I’m also not sure how strong my appetite is to fight.
“Ask Celeste for a recommendation.”
My boss is connected to the very best attorneys in the state and probably the country. And I have no doubt she’d agree with Amelia. “I will.”
Even when I’ve agreed, she pushes once more. “Promise?”
I lift one hand and wave my small finger. “Pinkie swear.”
Then we laugh, and I sign the check, adding a massive tip.
“That’s a start.” She grins.
In the lobby, we say good night.
“Be easy on yourself. And I hate to say this, but you can’t expect to feel better right away.”
Especially with the holidays coming up.
“Call me anytime. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”
I appreciate her more than she’ll ever know.
Once I’m in my room, I get ready for bed.
Though I don’t expect to sleep, exhaustion overtakes me. The next thing I know, the sun is painting the horizon a soft shade of pink, and I’m running late.
Before leaving, I snag an éclair from the pastry box. Then Antonio drops me off at the coffee shop. “I’ll walk the rest of the way.” After last night’s food and wine fest, I need the exercise.
Largest cup in hand, I am hurrying toward the office when the hairs on the back of my neck stir.
I slow my walk and glance around, and I see no one watching me. But I know it’s Nico. Just like the days we first started dating.
Work is busy, and I order lunch to be brought in. Around three, the receptionist buzzes my phone.
“You have a visitor. Gina Moretti.”
Shocked, I stand and smooth the front of my slacks before greeting her in the lobby with a warm hug. “It’s a delight to see you.” And I mean it. I’ve missed her.
“I’m sorry for dropping in on you unannounced.”
“You’re welcome anytime.”
We walk to my office, I invite her to have a seat, and I drop into a chair next to her. “To what do I owe this honor?”
“How are your headaches?”
I blink. “Headaches?”
She smiles as she inclines her head. “I suspected as much.”
“Ah.” Understanding dawns. “Is that Nico’s excuse for me not attending Sunday dinner?”
“I don’t mean to pry…”
Aunt Gina is diplomatic, allowing me to lead the conversation. I feel she deserves the truth. After all, there’s a lot I wouldn’t know about him if not for her. Still, there are things I refuse to tell her. Oddly I feel loyalty to my husband. Misplaced, perhaps, but it’s there. “He sent me divorce papers.”