Ripping Off the Apron
Chapter 3
I was folding clothes. I paused for a second, then went on tidying up like nothing was wrong.
"Just packing away some seasonal clothes," I said casually.
Since we got married, I’d gotten used to handling these household chores.
As for Finn, he never paid any attention to what I did.
He didn't press it, just walked straight to the bathroom.
When I’d finished packing everything and was ready to leave, the doorbell rang.
Elena Rose stood outside, dressed in an ivory white suit, looking as elegant as a model straight out of a magazine.
"Hello, I'm an old friend of Finn's," she said with a gentle smile. "Is he home?"
Old friend. Right.
I let her in.
The moment Finn saw her, his eyes lit up. "What are you doing here?"
Elena handed him a thick legal document, her voice soft. "I'm getting a divorce, but things are a bit tricky. Can you help me?"
I glanced at the file.
It involved property division across US and Swiss nationalities, with over two million dollars in dispute.
It wasn’t just messy. It was a warzone.
Finn agreed without a second thought, even immediately calling his assistant to cancel all his appointments.
His law partner, Marcus, called him, shocked, asking why he’d take on a case he was bound to lose.
Finn just said, "I've got this."
I stood there, watching it all with cold eyes.
I knew this case was a long shot. It involved complicated European and American laws, and Finn, who always specialized in criminal cases, had never touched divorce law.
But he took it anyway.
Only because the client was Elena.
In the days that followed, Finn buried himself in the case files, practically living and breathing them.
Elena came over almost every day to "discuss the case."
Every day, a different fancy dessert, imported chocolates, beautiful flowers – he showered her with all the little attentive things I’d never gotten.
I was like an invisible person no one cared about, watching this man who felt both familiar and like a stranger, quietly packing up the things I wasn’t planning to take.
One afternoon, stressed out and hitting a wall, a colleague suggested he get help from "Vicky."
That legendary queen of civil litigation.
Finn, for the first time ever, actually went searching for her contact information.
He dialed the number.
My phone rang.
He called ten times.
No one answered.
He had no idea the person he was looking for was sitting right there in the living room.
A bitter taste filled my mouth.
Look at that. He didn't even have my number saved.
When I heard him say he was going to my old firm to ask around, I had to speak up, mentioning a few key legal points.
"How do you know this stuff?" he asked, surprised.
"I studied law too," I said lightly. "Seen plenty of cases like this."
Watching me talk so easily about it, Finn really looked at me for the first time, like he was seeing me in a new light.
But I just smiled and went back to my folding.
A few weeks later, he excitedly told me Elena’s case was won.
I just nodded coolly. "Congratulations."
Elena invited me to her ballet charity gala.
I wanted to say no, but Finn insisted I go with him.
He said, “You’ll love it. It’s important to her.”
At the gala, Elena’s manager, Alice, told me that Finn had never missed a single one of Elena’s performances over the years.
He always sent her favorite champagne roses.
I listened quietly as the final, ugly puzzle piece slid into place.
So that’s what all those "important meetings" and "urgent business trips" were really about.
In that moment, I truly understood where I stood with him.
Just a placeholder, easily ignored.
And now, he could finally, openly, pursue his true love.
And me?
I was done pretending.
It was time for me to start my new life.
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