Spencer grabbed my hand and we took off. Victoria, beside herself, came lunging after us with her claws out.
“If you've got the guts, stand right there! Don't you walk away!”
The rest of the noise faded behind us. I just stared at his hand wrapped around mine, and my heart suddenly beat a little faster.
Spencer drove me back to the hotel I'd booked, and to my surprise, he was staying right next door.
“What a coincidence. If that lousy couple gives you any trouble out there, just knock on my door. I'll help you put them in their place.”
I smiled. “No charge, I hope?”
That night, Spencer cornered me at the hotel entrance, his face dark as a storm.
"Peggy, who was that man? Why was he holding your hand?"
"What exactly is going on between you two? Tell me the truth. Did you come here together today?"
I stared at him, baffled, and almost laughed.
He was the one tangled up with another woman, yet here he stood, interrogating me.
"Brendan, let's get a divorce."
"What did you say?"
I lowered my head and smiled. "You took wedding photos with another woman. What meaning is left in this marriage of ours?"
"When you think about it, it's all rather pointless."
"So, Brendan, I'll set you free for you and your dear buddy."
Brendan looked at me in disbelief.
"Peggy, what are you talking about? You want a divorce just because Victoria and I took one trip to Bali together?"
"How can you treat this like a game?"
"Did you forget the vows you swore to me at our wedding? You promised we'd grow old together!"
I watched him crumble, watched him spiral into hysteria.
I simply spoke, my voice flat.
"Brendan, I don't want to grow old with you anymore."
"So, we're getting divorced."
Brendan's whole face went ashen, his teeth grinding.
"Is it because of that man?"
"The way he looked at you today was all wrong! Peggy, don't tell me you came to Bali and found yourself someone on the side!"
I looked at the sorry state of him and gave a faint smile.
"That's none of your concern. You'd do better to worry about yourself."
Brendan's head snapped up.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He'd just touched the hem of my dress, so I made a show of flicking off the dust.
"You'll find out soon enough, Mr. Harding. Enjoy it while it lasts."
With that, I turned and walked away.
Brendan, eyes rimmed red, started to chase after me. But just then, his phone rang.
"Speak! What is it?"
Brendan snapped, snatching up the call.
But the assistant on the other end sounded close to tears.
"Mr. Harding, we've got a problem! That mysterious investor who promised us the three hundred million suddenly pulled the funds…"
