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Ex's Lawyer Friend Helped Me Divorce, Just to Have Me?! Novel Cover

Ex's Lawyer Friend Helped Me Divorce, Just to Have Me?!

I saw everything. My husband, his pants down to his ankles, my best friend's legs wrapped around his waist. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I went back to my table, drank until my heartbreak went numb, and made a decision. I wanted out. What I didn't want was Donovan Buford-my ex's friend, his most feared rival, the lawyer who never loses-showing up every single time my life fell apart. He caught me when I stumbled drunk. He broke down a door when Gary cornered me. He handed me a job when I had nowhere to go. I told myself he was just being decent. Then I found out that the divorce I thought I'd fought for alone? He'd been orchestrating it for years. So what exactly does Donovan Buford want from me?
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Chapter 5

"A divorce? You want to divorce me?" Gary asked, a mocking edge in his voice.

"Yes." Danica replied, seriously.

He laughed. "Fine, tell me what exactly you're mad about and I'll apologize, happy?"

Danica grimaced as she stared at him, recalling the times he'd apologized and pet her the few times she had expressed anger.

But then nothing changed after the apology. She realized she should have stopped falling for that.

And now, no amount of apology could fix things. He had cheated on her. That was simply unforgivable.

"I do not want any long divorce process so I don't wish to fight for anything. I'll send the divorce papers to you. You sign them and we're done."

Unsettled by how serious she looked, Gary sat up.

"I just said I'd apologize."

"I don't need your apology."

"What do you need so you can stop throwing this fucking tantrum. Do you want to go on a vacation? Oh, I remember you wanted to go to Paris, just the two of us. Fine, I'll plan the trip. I'll spend more time with you so can you stop."

"I want a divorce, Gary." Danica insisted.

"You don't. You're just acting up."

"Why would you even think that? Isn't this what you've always wanted? Isn't this what your family has always wanted? Oh, aren't you tired of messing with me?"

"Did your confrontation with my mom really piss you off that bad? You're willing to divorce me just like that? I thought you said you loved me more than anything in this world!"

Danica laughed.

The audacity for him to say that while he was shamelessly balls deep in someone else at a fucking banquet.

She stood up, grabbing her bag.

"I'm done trying to reason with you. You'll be hearing from my lawyer."

As she turned to leave, Gary got up and grabbed her hand.

He forcefully turned her around to face him.

"I'll talk to my mother, okay. I'll settle whatever conflict there is between you two."

Danica roughly tugged her hand away from his.

"I'm no longer interested in you! I'm not interested in being your wife anymore. Is that so hard for you to understand?" Danica lashed out.

Gary glared at her.

Yeah, that was pretty much hard for him to accept because he had been certain Danica would remain his docile housewife for life, the one who barely complains while he does whatever he likes.

He was used to her doing whatever she was told, he was used to her obeying and pleasing him so seeing his wife standing her ground was shocking and unbelievable to him.

"Like I said, the divorce papers would be sent to you so you had better sign it asap or else, I'll drag your ass to court and demand half of your property! You better sign it while I'm being nice." She warned.

That totally enraged Gary, he grabbed Danica by the hand and stormed off, pulling her with him.

"What are you.let me go!" Danica tried to struggle with him but his grip was too strong.

Seeing he was headed for the restroom, she tried harder to fight him off.

Worst.there was no one around the hallway.

He pushed her into the restroom and shut the door, standing before it.

Danica panted, not liking the look on his eyes at all.

"I tried to be nice! I tried to be gentle but if it's this way you want. You'll get it! You're mine, Danica. I'm the only one who can say when this marriage can end or not! Until then, you stay mine and it seems I need to remind you of that."

Her eyes dilated on seeing him take off his jacket.

"HELP! HELP ME!" Danica yelled, frantically at the top of her lungs as she tried to reach for the door and get out but she couldn't fight off his strength.

He tackled her to the floor and tore off her shirt.

"A divorce! How can you ask that?! I'm going to fuck that thought out of your head."

"Don't touch me, you fucking animal! Get off me! HELP ME!" She continued screaming, refusing to give in.

Even as he tried to seize her legs, she kept kicking at him and throwing hands at him, hitting and scratching at his face.

Gary grabbed her both hands and pinned them above her head.

"Will you fucking calm down?! I am your husband. This is my right!"

She spat on his face and hissed. "I'll rather die than ever sleep with you!"

Speechless, Gary gasped. "You."

She continued to screamed for help and struggled with him but he also had no plans of giving up until he had her.

Suddenly, a loud sound was heard behind them and the door came crashing down.

Before Gary could see the person, a punch landed on his face first sending him to the floor and off Danica's body.

Danica quickly scurried to the side, crying and hugging her knees.

Wincing in pain, Gary turned and saw Donovan.

"Mr.Mr Buford?"

"Mr Finnegan, so you're a fucking rapist?" Donovan asked, bluntly.

Gary swallowed. He was well aware of Donovan's position in the Buford family. It was literally a dream for any company to get any investment from the Ford Group. Not to mention the Buford family's great affluence.

No one wanted to be on their bad side and he also didn't want to be seen as a rapist either. Donovan was a freaking lawyer.

Clearing his throat and swallowing the pain from the punch, he smiled and let out in a friendly tone.

"What do you mean rapist, Mr Buford? This is my wife and we were having a little.you know."

"I heard cries for help and her reaction right now says otherwise." Donovan replied, gesturing at Danica.

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