Chapter 11
“Mrs. Wilson, got the papers. Once we file with the court, you’re officially free.”
“He signed that fast?”
My surprise wasn’t from any lingering attachment to Alston, but because I’d explicitly demanded in the agreement that Ella return my uterus!
“Did he agree to all my terms? He didn’t try to change anything?”
A
“You can rest easy on that front. I checked the papers myself when he dropped them off. Nothing’s
been altered.”
“He agreed to all your demands, including the return of your uterus from Ms. Green.”
“Seriously? He agreed to that too? He’s really…”
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She left the thought unfinished–his really has zero loyalty.
Not to me, not even to Ella. The only person he truly loves is himself.
In reality, Alston had barely looked at the divorce agreement before signing it.
He had absolutely no intention of divorcing Alani. His signature was just bait to flush her out of
hiding.
And right now, while Fion spoke with Alani, the hacker was tracing the call to pinpoint her location.
The hacker was positioned just below Fion’s office building–proximity meant stronger signals and
more accurate tracking.
Leaving Fion’s office, Alston rushed downstairs to find the hacker.
“Got anything? Where is she?”
“Working on it,” the hacker’s fingers flying across his keyboard.
“Someone put anti–tracking software on your ex–wife’s phone. This system is tricky to crack. Need
more time.”
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Chapter 11
“Ex–wife? We didn’t divorce! I signed those papers under threat. It doesn’t count!”
In Alston’s mind, he and Alani were just having a rough patch.
Their relationship ran too deep to end over something like this.
All he needed was to find Alani, explain everything properly, and they’d be fine.
So this “ex–wife” and “divorce” talk… all bullshit!
He’d meant every word at the gala–till death do us part, not till divorce!
A
“Got it!” After a flurry of intense typing, the hacker suddenly shouted in triumph. “Cracked it! She’s
in Paris!”
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