In Revenge, I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s UncleChapter 1
Avery's POV
The ninety-ninth time Stanley Haynes’s little secretary accidentally booked us for a divorce registration instead of a marriage license, I stormed into his office.
“Stanley, this is what you call the ‘value’ of a graduate from a top university? If she can’t even handle this, just fire her already!”
Stanley finally lifted his head from the pile of documents, glanced at the screen on my phone, and said flatly, “I told you from the start, she’s too highly educated for this kind of menial work. If you’ve got time to argue with me, you might as well go and make the appointment yourself. It’d be faster that way.”
He didn’t even bother looking at me as he said it.
So I just kept my mouth shut, walked straight out, and texted my dad.
[Dad, I don’t want Stanley anymore.]
What Stanley didn’t know was that the only reason he’d been chosen as heir to his family was because of our engagement. If that arrangement fell apart, there were plenty of others ready to take his place.
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On the other end of the line, my father sighed. He only told me to think it through before making a decision. But I already knew that there was no going back between me and Stanley.
I stared at my phone, showing the “divorce registration” notifications for the 99th time.
“She made a mistake, that’s all. Tell her to be more careful next time.”
“She’s got a lot on her plate. It’s normal to mess up sometimes.”
“Don’t pick on a young girl. I’ve already reminded her about it.”
Those were what he always told me. But every single one of those mistakes came with an excuse, and every excuse was Stanley covering for his secretary, Darlene Perkins.
My eyes burned, and my chest ached like needles were stabbing me.
Just as I put my phone away, Stanley stormed out of his office.
“All this fuss over something so trivial, and you even dragged our parents into it?” His brows furrowed as he glared at me. “Avery, when are you going to grow out of this spoiled princess act?”
His words were sharp and full of accusation.
I was about to snap back when I suddenly felt a tug on my arm. Turning around, I saw it was his secretary, Darlene.
“Avery, I really didn’t mean it. That page kept jumping around. I swear I clicked on ‘marriage license.’ Let me book it again for you and Mr. Haynes. This time, I promise I won’t mess up.”