Page 77 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

All I can think about is my dream of starting a media company and traveling the world, but now, all those dreams are tangled up with Griff.

I want him and those dreams together, but he just wants to call it quits.

I lean back, lacing my fingers behind my head, and look around Sophie's place. It doesn't feel like home.

I miss having my own space, like Griff's house... But thinking about that just brings on the waterworks. I shove the laptop aside.

How can I focus on a business when there's a divorce waiting for me?

Sophie walks into the room as I’m about to review the papers again.

“Please tell me you’ll sign those and then take whatever you can get from him.” She says.

“I don’t want his money. He can have it all and burn it,” I say, setting the papers down, feeling sick at the thought of Griffin.

Sophie rolls her eyes and sits down across from me.

“I admire that you don’t want to not take advantage of his wealth, but this is a chance for you to get your life back. He’s offering to pay off your debt and give you a hundred thousand to start your business.”

“That’s a lot of money, Sophie. I can’t do that.”

She gestures at my laptop and the empty notebook. “This marriage has put your whole life on pause. You should be happy it’s over, and you’re free to move on.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. After two weeks of putting it off, I finally decide to sign my divorce papers. It's time to face my feelings and figure out what comes next.

Sophie's right; I need to move on.

But the future ahead of me isn't what I want. What's the point of having my own business and traveling if I come back to an empty home?

None of this makes sense.

Griffin didn't even have the decency to deliver the papers himself. He would have told me to my face if he was really done with me.

Instead, he sends them through an associate, like it's just another business deal.

Sophie catches my expression. "You look like you're about to do something rash."

"I still love him, Soph. I know I should hate him after everything, but I can't help it," I say, my voice full of determination.

“So, yes, you’re going to do something stupid.” She stands and pushes her chair in, grabbing her purse from the hook by the door. “I have to go grocery shopping, but I’ll be back soon in case you need me. Whatever you decide, I fully support you, but take some time to think about it.”

“I’ve been thinking about it non-stop since I got those papers,” I say, grabbing the papers and my keys. “If he isn’t going to fight for us, then I will. I can’t live with the regret of not trying.”

Sophie looks at me with concern laced in her eyes. But she smiles and shakes her head as if accepting that nothing will stop me right now.

“Just be careful with your heart, Cora.”

I knock on the front door once more, my stomach twisting like a snake before tying itself into knots.

I glance at Griffin’s car in the driveway when it doesn't open. I’m sure he’s home. Jake says he barely leaves the house these days unless he’s going to work.

He wouldn’t be living like a hermit if he didn't care about me.

I knock again, but the door stays shut.

Screw this—breaking and entering is the least of my problems right now.

I try the door handle, surprised to find it unlocked.

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