The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

The conversation shifted then, to Elena and what became of her since getting fired. Maria was certain she saw Elena working at the nearby department store.

“Mrs. Hanson is primarily focusing on her,” Maria said. “She’s still mad at the company, from what I hear, but she hasn’t barged in shouting since that last time. I think you’re in the clear.”

7 gave Logan that evidence,” I said. “Jillian must have seen it. She knows who the real culprit is. Though… I can’t imagine she’ll want to hear from me any time soon.”

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Hanson’s had decided to take their business elsewhere, after the incident. It was understandable, I “thought, though it did hurt to lose them as a contact and business friend. The company was likely sorry to see them go as well, as they were one of the larger clients of the business.

I didn’t know who was working on repairing that relationship between the Hanson’s and the company, but I hoped they were doing a good job. The Hanson’s were good people. They deserved better than to be caught in the middle of all this.

“They’ll come around,” Maria said.

But I wasn’t as sure. Mr. Hanson almost died because of a Hatfield Supply employee. No amount of well wishes and promises could erase that trauma.

At three o’clock sharp, I sat at a café opposite Dylan, sipping on a cup of coffee. This was my second of the day. I was much perkier now than I had been earlier, with Maria.

More awkward, too, though, with Dylan so near. We still hadn’t fully resolved things. Truthfully, I struggled with where to begin. The more time passed since things went sideways between us, the more I felt embarrassed. Had it been too long to talk about it at all?

As I worried myself into an anxiety tornado, Dylan placed a folder and a notepad beside his plate on the small table. He pulled the top off his pen.

“Alright,” he said. “So we know that you are married, but your name hasn’t been legally changed. Do you have any idea the name of the husband?”

“No. How could I? I’m sure it’s a clerical error…” I said again what I said to Maria, though, with Vegas fresher on my mind, that didn’t seem as true anymore.

Dylan, observant as he was, picked up on that hesitation. If I was on the stand, he’d likely cross–examine me hard. The only thing he did now was level me with a curious stare.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. I cracked almost instantly.

“I was in Vegas a few months ago…” I said.

He lowered his pen to his legal pad. “When was this?”

I gave him the date.

His pen stilled on the page. He looked up at me. “That You know the exact date? You are sure that’s it?”

“Of course, I know the date.” I said. “It was one of the worst trips of my life. It was supposed to be one of the best.” I was pretty sure that date would be seared on my mind for the rest of my life.

Dylan wrote down the date. Then he stared at it, his expression blank.

“Dylan? Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “No.” He closed his legal pad and his folder. We’d only just started.

“Are you leaving?” I asked.

“There’s something I needed to check.”

Dylan threw a fifty down on the table. That would more than cover whatever Hazel wanted to order, as well as be a nice tip for the poor waitress.

“Hazel’s eyes were wide with confusion.

I couldn’t explain yet. Not until I was sure. And even then…

The date… It looked so familiar.

Two people, married, but uncertain to who…

They were both in Vegas…

And this date. Was it the same?

“Dylan?” Hazel said, a question in her voice. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“I’ll get you your divorce,” Dylan said. He promised.

Especially if the person she was married to was Logan