The Contract

Chapter 111-The Triple Date-Sorry Double

I sighed, flipping to the next page of the newspaper. Here I was on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, relaxing in the garden, trying to catch up on the news. But all I could read was more garbage about the asshole I married.

Hissing, I shut the paper. My peaceful afternoon was already turning sour. Was he really not coming back?

I had shoved Friday's disaster deep into the deepest part of my mind. In fact, it never happened. We wouldn’t talk about it, not even if we ran into each other.

We were caught up in the moment, frustrated by all the pent-up sexual tension. That’s the simplest explanation I could give myself. I still hated him, he would always be an asshole to me.

I took a sip of my tea and sighed again. The house was really beautiful when you took it all in—if only the person I shared it with wasn’t such a prick. Footsteps behind me pulled me from my thoughts, and when I turned, Evelyn was standing there.

"Mrs. Ferrari, you have a visitor," she announced.

A visitor? I wasn’t expecting anyone. It couldn’t be the girls—they were busy getting ready for dinner tonight. And it definitely wasn’t my family; they didn’t care that much.

"Alright," I answered, setting my mug down and grabbing my phone as I headed inside. Pushing open the sliding doors, I walked into the house and froze when I saw Harrison.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Ferrari," he greeted, standing there in his usual formal attire, an envelope clutched by his side.

"Good afternoon, Harrison. What brings you here?" I asked, already suspecting the answer.

"I was sent by Mr. Ferrari," he said, holding out the envelope. I sighed and gestured for him to sit. Adjusting my robe, I sat down too, crossing one leg over the other.

He carefully laid the envelope on the table and pulled out the documents. "What is that?" I asked, though I had a good idea.

"These are the papers for the cancellation of the contract and also the divorce papers," he explained, and I scoffed.

This dick was still going through with this? Unbelievable.

"I just need your signature here, Mrs. Ferrari, to nullify the contract between you and Mr. Ferrari. The divorce papers also need your signature to finalize the end of the marriage."

I stared at him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Any other day, I would have been thrilled to get out of this sham. But not like this. Not for this reason.

Travis was about to throw away everything he’d worked for, everything WE had worked for—and hand it all over to that fool, Trent. I didn’t know what Travis was thinking, but I wasn’t about to co-sign this madness.

"Mrs. Ferrari?" Harrison prompted.

"I heard you. Leave the papers her,I need to think about it" I replied coolly.

"Mr. Ferrari has already discussed this with you," Harrison reminded me.

"And where is he now? Shouldn’t he be the one serving me these papers? It’s the least he could do," I pointed out, leaning back in my seat.

Harrison shifted uncomfortably. "When should I come back for the papers?" he asked.

"When I call you," I replied firmly.

He stood, clearly taking the hint. "Have a good day, Mrs. Ferrari."

I nodded as he left, my eyes falling to the stack of papers on the table. Travis Ferrari, you’re really testing my patience.