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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 6

"That's how she is.She just said she wasn't in the mood. You know how women can be sometimes." Gary fruitlessly tried to defend himself.

"And you were forcing her?" Donovan pressed, his eyes growing icy by the second.

Gary couldn't understand why Donovan looked so angry. Granted, he was a lawyer and may be all about granting justice to people but Gary felt he looked so mad, he doesn't even know Danica.

Still trying to be as polite as possible, Gary let out.

"Mr Buford, like I said, this is just a simple matter between husband and wife. This doesn't have to be blown out of proportion, especially regarding someone you don't know."

Donovan cocked an eyebrow.

"So it's wrong to help people you don't know now?"

Gary was at a loss for words at this point.

With how notorious Donovan's personality was rumored to be, he was the last person to come to the defense of others, especially strangers or did he.?

"Do you know my wife?" Gary asked, curiously.

"I do. I guess she didn't tell you. Danica here is my new assistant. What kind of husband are you if you don't know the basic things about your wife?"

Gary swallowed, his eyes darting to Danica and then at Donovan.

When did Danica become Donovan's assistant?

"Let me inform you that your actions today is domestic assault and you tried committing marital rape. Based on your own words that she's always been like this, it means you've already committed such crimes several times and so."

"No.no. I swear I've never taken her by force before. You can ask her. I will never hurt my wife." Gary let out in a rush.

He didn't want to be thrown in jail.

And worse, sent to jail by a Buford meant there would be no way out.

At that moment, his cellphone rang out.

Gary quickly pulled it out and picked up on seeing it was his mother.

"Son, where are you?! Don't tell me you left with that tramp?!"

Seeing an opportunity to leave this tight situation, Gary grabbed onto it.

"I'm on my way."

Hanging up, he hurriedly said to Donovan.

"Something happened to my mother. I have to go." Quickly, he hurried out of the restroom.

The restroom fell into silence. Danica had stopped crying now and she wondered how she kept getting caught up in this kind of awkward situations with Donovan.

She didn't know if this was coincidental and frankly it didn't matter at the moment.

She felt grateful that he had saved her. The thought of Gary touching her made her skin crawl.

She blinked when she heard footsteps getting closer and then a jacket was draped around her.

"Are you okay?" His voice sounded surprisingly soft.

Danica slowly looked up at him and nodded.

"Thank you."

She wore the jacket properly as she slowly stood up.

That douche, Gary had ruined her shirt.

For a moment, she felt Donovan staring at her intently.

"Mr Buford." She called, slowly.

He blinked and then stuff his hand into his pocket.

"Let me take you home." He offered.

She slowly shook her head. "No. You've done enough for me already. I can see myself to an hotel close by."

He nodded, curtly.

*******

Just as they walked out of the building, Donovan's voice sounded behind her.

"Be my assistant for real."

Danica turned to face him, surprised by his offer.

"Why?"

"You'd clearly need a lawyer for a smooth process for your divorce. Plus, I have always admired your debating skills from college. I think you would do well in the law field."

Danica didn't know how to feel about this. "I think I can handle my divorce process myself."

"Can you? I mean, we both saw how feral your husband can be back there."

Danica knew he was right.

Plus, she also noticed the way Gary seemed to be scared of Donovan.

Having Donovan take her case or be her backing would surely give her an edge over Gary.

But then, she still felt skeptical about this.

"I'm sorry if this comes off as rude, I just.I'm not used to getting such help. What's in it for you? Why do you want to help me?"

"Hmmm.I am in need of an assistant at the moment and I think you're capable of that role. But if you don't want to, it's fine."

Danica weighed her options at the moment. It would definitely be at her best interest to work for him.

"Okay, I accept. I'll be your assistant."

He nodded. "Be at Moon Tower tomorrow by 9:am."

**************

Sitting up on the hospital bed, Martha smiled at the young lady peeling an apple for her.

Ever since she found out that Jenifer was Gary's mistress, she had gotten more hostile to Danica, hoping to drive her away as soon as possible so that Jenifer could become the wife.

Martha felt Jenifer was more deserving of her son. Jenifer was the daughter of the deputy mayor in the city.

Her social status was far higher than that of Danica's.

She had done everything possible the past three years to ensure Danica didn't conceive for her son. Sure, she liked using Danica as a slave but that was all.

She had been against the marriage from the last and had sworn that the likes of Danica would never bear a Finnegan.

Jenifer here deserved her son and deserved to conceive his child.

If anyone should be the mistress, it should be Danica.

Why couldn't her son see that?

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