Winona beamed and planted a kiss on his cheek."Obviously.I’m nothing like her."
Lennon smirked and pulled her into his arms,full of lazy confidence.
Where else could Meredith possibly go?She had no one,nowhere to run.No one else would take her in.Just two days and she would come crawling back.
And then,maybe,he would consider taking her back.
Once I had recovered,I returned to the villa—not to reconcile,but to pack up and hand Lennon the divorce papers myself.
The moment I stepped through the door,I saw him sitting in the living room.His eyes widened,stunned at first,then something like joy flickered across his face,but it quickly hardened into the cold,guarded indifference.
"So you finally decided to show up?"he said,voice sharp."Good.We still haven’t settled things—especially your little betrayal.Might as well deal with it now."
I did not bother with a reply.I just tossed the divorce agreement on the table in front of him.
"There’s nothing left to deal with.Sign it.I’m only here to grab my things."
His eyes dropped to the papers.He did not even read them before his expression twisted with fury.In one sudden motion,he shot up and ripped the divorce agreement to shreds.The pieces fluttered to the floor like falling ash.
"Meredith,have you lost your mind?"he gritted his teeth and his voice trembled with disbelief."You think I’m just going to let you walk away from me?"
I scoffed and brushed past him,heading straight to the bedroom.I did not hesitate and began to pack my things.
Clothes,documents,jewelry—I packed swiftly.There was no hesitation,no second-guessing,no lingering sentimentality.
But Lennon was not done.He stormed in behind me,grabbing my wrist in a brutal grip.His fingers dug into my skin.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"he yelled,panic bleeding through his anger."You’re still mad,is that it?Fine!I get it,all right?I shouldn’t have done what I did.I messed up and lost my temper.Can’t we just slow down and work it out?"
I yanked my arm away,my eyes like ice."Don’t act like you’re some heartbroken victim,Lennon.You think I don’t know about you and Winona?"
His face went blank for a second—then flared with anger.
"That’s not true!Winona and I—there’s nothing going on.We’re innocent."
"Innocent?"I laughed,dry and sharp.I reached into my bag,pulled out a neat stack of photographs and hurled them at his chest."Is this what you called innocent?"