Chapter 50. If You Love Him, You Will Need to Let Him Go

I looked at him in disbelief, and he simply stared back at me. He was serious about this.

“Excuse me?”

“You can drop the act, sweetie. You pretended to be a saint and give people moral advice, yet you were the one who is a traitor- a fucking hypocrite.”

He then threw the brown file on the table right in front of me, and when I opened it to see what it was…it was the contract that Ben and I had signed.

How did he get these?

Mr Farrington clicks his tongue before laughing out loud while I just sit there, dumbfounded and frozen. “Money is a very powerful thing, sweetie.”

He was mocking me, clearly enjoying watching me in misery. “As much as I would love to take you down publicly, my reputation is very important to me- and so is my son’s.”

Oh, so he cares, I think to myself bitterly.

“So, let’s make a deal.” He says, “I think the right word for this would be compromise.”

“What sort of compromise?” I ask, gritting my teeth, refusing t