Humberto skimmed the terms, his expression unreadable.
The prenup was a generic template I’d found online, outlining asset division, my monthly payment of 16,000 dollars, and his right to initiate divorce at any time.
“If we’re marrying, let’s commit. Remove the divorce clause.”
After reviewing it, he spoke with finality.
I agreed, deleting the clause, and we signed quickly, deciding to pick a date for a registry at the City Hall.
As I prepared to leave, Humberto offered to drive me.
“Drink this first. You’re still hungover.”
He lifted a spoonful of warm remedy soup, blowing on it before holding it to my lips.
I hesitated. It was too intimate for strangers.
Humberto smirked, eyes gleaming. “If acting married freaks you out now, how will you pull it off in public with Jayvon watching? Or do you want him to know you settled for some random guy?”
Right.
Thinking of Jayvon, my lingering sense of shame instantly dissolved. I obediently sipped the soup Humberto held to my lips.
No one had ever tended to me with such focused care before, yet Humberto leaned so close that the intimacy of the gesture burned my ears crimson.
By the time I finished the bowl, I felt like I’d survived a trial by fire, sweat dampening my back.
He drove me back to the Lucero’s house in the same black Porsche Cayenne. Only then did I realize that the car parked outside the Sawyer’s villa’s gate that day was his.
I thought, “Vanguard Law Firm must be raking in cash if he could afford such a luxury.
“Good. At least Jayvon won’t look down on me. Marrying an escort would’ve been a joke to them.”
“Thanks for today. If it weren’t for you…”
As I stepped out, dizzy and careless, I missed the curb and stumbled.
Humberto’s face darkened. He rushed over, wrapping an arm around my waist.
I nearly crashed into his face, scrambling to straighten my clothes. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to fall on you…”
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“It’s fine.”
He didn’t let go, instead gripping my hand to steady me.
His strong, elegant fingers around mine snapped me to attention.
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Okay.”
I turned to leave when a gasp rang out behind us.
Jaslene stood there, having witnessed the entire scene.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped.
This was the Lucero’s estate. Since when did she visit?
She fidgeted with her skirt, stealing glances at Humberto’s face and build, her eyes lighting up. I shifted to block her view.
Deflated, Jaslene stammered, “Bree, I came to explain. Jayvon and I… We’re over. Please stop fighting with him and reconcile… But…”
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