Chapter 40

And she placed Maverick’s name in that same part. And when she looked up at him again, Maverick saw the sadness in them. Sadness caused by him.

“I hate you.”

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“How many days?” Arden asked, watching as Maverick packed few of his suits in the suitcase, zipping the case as he placed few documents in the briefcase. Maverick paused, eyeing the man, assessing as he leaned over the doorframe.

Two hours since Grace left the office bawling her eyes out. And nothing broke these three men more than that. None of them made any move to run after her, knowing how they all were responsible for her broken heart. The contract was signed and now she was Arden’s wife. Arden’s wife, not his.

Maverick glowered. “Not many. Just few.” He muttered. Mind blank and thoughts corrupted by Grace. Why did he said all that cruel things to her?

It was her fault, then why was he so agitated? This unsettling sensation ate him up from within until he was a zombie corpse, feas