Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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Freya tilted her chin up, locking eyes with the man she’d loved for fifteen years, a sly smirk tugging at her lips.

She was outta here-eventually. Just not today.

The divorce papers? Already locked down, thanks to some slick moves on her part. But there was still a thirty- day period before the divorce would be official.

Liam’s game was clear as day now: playing the perfect husband at home, all mushy talk about babies and forever, while sneaking off for a “new flavor” on the side.

He thought he could keep it on the low, juggling both lives like some smooth-talking player.

Big mistake. He forgot about a woman’s gut.

Sure, he’d been sneaky-real sneaky. But fifteen years together don’t lie. One dodgy glance, one off vibe, and Freya’s instincts lit up. From there, it was a quick hop to sniffing out the other woman: Natalie.

Freya didn’t hold it against anyone. People get bored, chase something shiny-it’s just how it goes.

Liam might be fine playing both sides, but Freya? She wasn’t about to be one of his boats, stuck bobbing in his little harbor.

There were rivers, lakes, and whole damn oceans out there, and she was ready to sail.

Freya wasn’t the kind of woman who’d crumble without a guy propping her up.

“Hey, talk! Why’s all your stuff packed?” Liam’s voice had a sharp edge, his grip on her shoulders a tad too tight.

Freya let out a quick wince.

He eased up, but his eyes stayed glued to her, waiting for an answer.

Freya flashed a breezy smile. “These clothes? So yesterday. I’m done with them. Gonna donate the whole lot and splurge on some new ones.

“What, you said yesterday I could buy whatever I want, no need to check with you. You backing out already?”

Liam blinked, thrown off. “You’re packing… to give them away?”

Freya nodded. “Dumping them’s a waste. Better they go to someone who’ll rock ’em.”

Liam let out a relieved laugh. “Damn, babe, you had me shook. Thought you were packing to ditch me.”

“Why would I jet? You haven’t done anything dirty, right?”

“Exactly! We’re good. Why’d you ever walk out on this?”

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The delivery guy hovering nearby was eating up the drama like it was a reality show, grinning like he’d won the lottery.

And the job? Four huge boxes, probably weighing a ton. Ka-ching.

He was in such a great mood, he couldn’t resist chiming in. “Man, Mr. Grant, you’re totally whipped for Mrs. Grant, huh? Gotta say, lady, you’re living the dream. Loyal guys like him? Rarer than a four-leaf clover!”

Liam slung an arm around Freya’s waist, all smug and possessive. “Hear that? A catch like me? You’d need a treasure map to find another. Better hold on tight, babe.”

Freya wiggled free with a playful nudge. “Where’s my wallet? Gotta pay this guy.”

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After breakfast, Liam ducked into his study.

Wednesday mornings meant his big-shot executive meeting. He wasn’t heading to the office, but he still had to jump on a Zoom call.

Freya made a call of her own. “Mr. Carter, you looked over those divorce papers yet? Any roadblocks?”

James Carter’s voice came through, clear but cautious. “Papers are solid. No kids, no custody fights, and you’re not asking for a penny, so it’s clean. But…”

“But what?”

“When it’s time to file at the courthouse, Mr. Grant’s gotta sign in person. You sure he’s cool with splitting?”

Freya’s jaw tightened. “Any way to dodge him and still get this divorce done?”

“That’s a tough nut to crack.”

Freya grinned, wiring a fat stack of cash to James’s account. “How about now? Got any bright ideas?”

The guy’s tone flipped like a pancake. “Well, it’s tricky, but there’s always a workaround.”

“Lay it on me.”

“Get Mr. Grant to sign a power of attorney. His lawyer can step in and handle the divorce with you.”

Freya mulled it over. She’d already sweet-talked him into signing once. Another signature? Piece of cake.

“Got it. Draw up that power of attorney. I’ll get him to sign, and you’ll come with me to wrap this up,” she said.

“Whoa, hang on a sec,” James sputtered. “That’s a hard pass.”

Freya’s patience was hanging by a thread. “Chill, you’ll get a nice chunk of change when this is over.”

“It’s not the cash,” he said, sounding antsy. “Mr. Grant’s gonna figure this out eventually. You’ll be off living large, but I’m stuck in this town. If he comes after me, my little firm’s toast.”

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He paused, then muttered, “You got any other lawyers you trust? Preferably the kind who’d pull this off and then bounce?”

A sketchy lawyer? Freya didn’t have one on speed dial.

But a lawyer who’d kill to see her and Liam split? That one was already in her pocket.

Three in the afternoon, a small coffee shop buzzing with low chatter.

Freya had been nursing her coffee for two hours when he finally sauntered in, late as always.

“Hey, Mr. Reed, been a minute,” she said, keeping her voice casual.

The guy was a skyscraper-nearly six-foot-three, decked out in a sharp suit that fit like a glove. His lips curled into a smirk, tinged with just a touch of shade.

Ryan Reed, Liam’s best bud since forever, the youngest of the Reed clan from the east side.

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