Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 107

To Zinnia, the word “divorce” didn’t quite fit.

What existed between them was better described as “contract termination.”

Still, from a legal standpoint, “divorce” was technically accurate.

She nodded. “Don’t worry. I chose to sign that contract willingly. As for the compensation you promised, I don’t need it. After all, we were just helping each other out—neither of us lost anything.”

Trying to diffuse the awkwardness, she gestured around the elegantly understated mansion and joked, “I mean, I even got to live in a place like this.”

But as soon as she saw Landon’s brooding silence, Zinnia fell quiet.

“I don’t agree.”

Landon’s answer was firm and unequivocal.

“Why not?”

Zinnia was taken aback. She thought she was being considerate. This decision was good for both of them—surely he’d agree.

He stared coldly at her furrowed brow for a long moment before finally replying, “The contract isn’t up yet.”

Her frown deepened. “There’s less than two months left. Ending it early won’t hurt anyone—what’s the harm?”

“It’s not happening.”

Landon stood from the sofa, his expression stony. He looked down at her confused face and said, “Zinnia, you signed a three-year contract. Not a minute less, not a second. That was the deal.”

“But—”

“I honor my commitments,” he cut her off, his voice icy. “I expect you to do the same, Dr. Quinn.”

How dare she ask for a divorce?

His anger burned, rising hot in his chest. His palm felt damp—then pain.

He glanced down; blood had already seeped through the bandage on his hand. He’d ripped the stitches open, probably from clenching his fist too hard.

But he couldn’t bring himself to care. Only the sharp pain in his hand seemed to distract him from the panic that Zinnia’s request had unleashed inside him.

His thoughts turned to the security footage Zinnia had sent to his phone earlier. He hadn’t watched it yet. He remembered the way she’d confessed—unapologetic, almost proud—about putting Noelle in her place. For a split second, something unfamiliar flashed through him.

He pulled out his phone and hit play.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll divorce Landon sooner rather than later.”

Noelle’s voice filled the room—arrogant, entitled, nothing like the timid, cautious woman she pretended to be around him and Zinnia.