Chapter 8 - The Night He Planned It
The document was dated three years earlier.
Flora stared at it.
Three years.
That was before their wedding.
Before their honeymoon.
Before Isaac told her he loved her.
She read the notes.
Identify assets. Gain trust. Obtain signatures. Establish control.
Her hands began to shake.
Noah gently took the paper from her.
“You don't need to read more.”
“I do.”
She looked at Isaac.
“Did you plan this before you married me?”
Isaac's silence answered her.
Clover stared at him.
“You told me she was just rich.”
Isaac snapped.
“Shut up.”
Clover stepped back.
“You lied to me too.”
Flora closed her eyes.
For years, she had wondered whether she had somehow caused the distance between them.
Now she knew.
The marriage had been built on a lie from the beginning.
Isaac suddenly dropped to his knees.
“Flora, please.”
She looked at him.
“You wanted my money.”
“Yes.”
“You wanted my name.”
“Yes.”
“You wanted my life.”
He lowered his head.
“Yes.”
Flora's voice became almost a whisper.
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“But you never wanted me.”
👉 That was the moment Flora stopped mourning her marriage and started mourning only the woman she had been before it.
