Page 41 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

You fell for some good dick and sweet talk.Looking around, she wanted to find something to throw. This wasn’t her.

“Sweet Darling!” she mimicked him.“Fuck you, Chase Harrison!!” she hissed. Amara’s heart was broken. Shattered. The sparkle of her wedding rings caught her attention. The rings infuriated her. Her heart felt heavy with a mixture of anger and regret as she tugged at the stubborn pieces of jewelry. Desperate to get them off, she scratched her finger.

Not bothering to put the documents back in the envelope, she left them on the table. She placed the rings on top of the papers.

I have to get the hell out of here!

After taking another deep breath, Amara mentally listed the items she needed to bring with her. Her tears dried up as soon as she held the packed bag in her hands. It was like a switch was flipped.The agreement is over.

There was no need to be hysterical about it. She changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater. Leaving a note was ruled out. It wasclear that he hadn’t given any thought to her feelings. So why the hell should she?

Amara made sure the oven and stove were off. The last meal she prepared for him was in the oven. He loved her pot pie, so she’d made it as a surprise. Amara hoped he choked on it. With her purse and truck keys in hand, she was ready to leave her life with Chase behind her.

She took two steps towards the door when it swung open. “Sweet Darling, I’m home,” Chase called. The man was all smiles until his eyes landed on her. “What’s going on?” He didn’t even bother to close the door as he marched towards her.

“Amara?” He reached for her, and she pulled out of reach. “Where are you going?” His eyes darted to her bag.

There was a frog in her throat, preventing her from answering. Hell, she couldn’t look at him. Chase cupped her jaw. Her reaction shocked them both.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Her voice was shrill as she pulled from his touch and took a few steps back.

His eyes widened in shock. “What’s going on?”

Amara straightened her spine. She had done nothing wrong; this was on him. “I’m leaving you.”

“The hell you are! When I left this morning, we were good, now you’re talking nonsense—” As he spoke, he looked around. His body stiffened when his eyes landed on the stack of papers with the rings lying on top. “Tell me those aren’t fucking divorce papers?”

“What’s the matter? Upset, I beat you to it?”

Chase’s jaw ticked. “You didn’t beat me to anything.” He cocked his head. “Not only wouldn’t I apply for a divorce. You’ve gotta be out of your mind if you think I’m going to sign those papers.” He walked over to the table and placed the rings into the palm of his hands. “You took off your rings?”

“I sure did, Harrison. I will not be made a fool of.”

He picked up the papers, then did the very last thing she expected. The rumble of his laughter filled the room. “You’re leaving because of Harvest Construction?”

“You bet your ass.”

“Mm.” Chase placed the papers back on the table. “What did you make me for dinner?” He took a seat at the table.

“Did you just ask what I made you for dinner?” She was so furious she threw the bag with all her strength towards the door.

Ryan caught it as he stepped in. “You alright Amara?” he asked.

“Yes, sorry. Your friend pissed me off.”

“Oh yeah, he does that. Um, I’m going to wait outside and let you two talk it out. I’ll bring the bag with me.” He stepped out and closed the door.

“Come have a seat, Amara,” Chase instructed.

She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a withering look. “I don’t want to sit with you.”

“After everything we’ve been through together, I’d like to think you can give me the chance to explain.”

Amara rolled her eyes at him.

“Fine.” Chase stood and walked the few steps to her, but he didn’t touch her. “Let’s start with, I have no plans to sell Sagebrush Hill.”

“So, what are those papers?”

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