Chapter 4 - Ethan Harrington Celebrates A False And Hollow Victory
Back in the sprawling Lake Forest mansion, Ethan poured himself another glass of twenty-year-old single malt scotch.
The heavy oak doors of the study remained closed, shutting out the howling winter wind and the memory of Claire’s calm exit.
Brooke Sterling sat on the leather sofa, slipping her manicured feet out of her designer heels with a sigh of relief.
“Well, that was surprisingly painless,” Brooke remarked, swirling wine in a crystal glass. “I expected her to make a dramatic scene about alimony.”
Ethan stared into the amber liquid of his glass, feeling a strange, hollow knot twisting uncomfortably in his stomach.
“She didn't ask for a single penny, Brooke,” Ethan said quietly, leaning against the marble mantelpiece.
“Of course she didn't; she knew she had no legal leverage against a family like ours,” Margaret interrupted, walking into the study with a triumphant smirk.
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“She looked right through me before she walked out that door,” Ethan muttered, shaking his head.
“Forget about her,” Brooke commanded, walking over to press her red lips against his cheek. “Tomorrow, Sterling Capital finalizes the merger.”
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