The Wrong Bride - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

He was holding Tiffany and said, “I said I need a child, why can’t you understand that?”

I just found it ridiculous.

“What you do with your body has nothing to do with me, you are not my man anymore! But when you get a divorce, you can do whatever you want.”

Tiffany was pulling Mark’s arm. “My stomach hurts. Sarah and that old woman are bullying me. I don’t understand anything, they just keep calling me a mistress. I’m not! Mark, I just love you and want to have a baby, what did I do wrong?”

I was done talking to them, and wanted to leave.

Mark grabbed my arm and glared at me.

“Do you have to be like this? You have to team up with outsiders to bully Tiffany, are you that pathetic?”

“Mr. Harrison,” Mrs. Williams said as she walked back.

When Tiffany saw her, shed her fake- sweet voice, “That old woman was the one who was bullying me!”

Mark’s face changed immediately, scolding Tiffany “Shut up!”

He then turned with a fake smile, “Mrs. Williams, what a coincidence, seeing you here.”

Mrs. Williams waved it off, pulled me close, “I was the one who asked Sarah for tea. Your little mistress was just trying to find trouble. Mr. Harrison, I thought you had some good business sense, but now it’s clear you are not very smart. I don’t think I can trust you with my business anymore.”

“I’ll talk to my husband at home and see if we want to continue business.”

That really messed Tiffany, embarrassed and annoyed, yelled at Mrs. Williams.,

“Who cares if you don’t want to give us business! Is your company the only one in the world! Mark, you should say something!”

Mrs. Williams laughed. “Alright, then we will just cancel our partnership, we don’t need to consider it.”

She took my arm, and we left. Mark, looking at Tiffany in a rage, screamed, “Are you stupid?! You know how much Williams is worth? Do you know how much money we lost? Are you crazy?!”

Tiffany cried out, “I am young, I don’t know anything, why do you have to be so mean!”

When I got home at night, Mark was waiting by my door. There were cigarette butts on the ground, so I guessed that he found out about Williams canceling their deal.

He saw me and came running. “Honey, where were you?”

I took a step back. “What do you want?”

“I was just worried about you.”

“If you don’t have anything else, I’m going to go home.”

“Can you please… just help me with Mrs. Williams?” Mark begged.

I turned to him.

“Why should I help you? What would I get out of it?”

Mark paused, “If you help me, I’ll sign the divorce papers!”

I smiled, “I want sixty percent of the assets. You are the one that messed up, the original agreement of fifty–fifty is off the table.”

Mark’s face turned black, “Don’t push it!”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He thought about the Williams deal and for his company, he agreed. Mark signed the divorce papers, and a month later we had the certificate.

He looked at me angrily, “You promised you’d help me with Mrs. Williams!”

I tucked the certificate away, then finally answered, “I did try to talk to Mrs. Williams. She just refused to forgive Tiffany. I guess your company needs someone professional, not someone who is a walking disaster.”

Mark yelled, “You played me!”

I shook my head, laughing.

“I was the one who got the Williams deal, and you are the one who lost it. If you’re so smart, then just find your own clients! But let’s be honest, everyone in our industry knows that you’ve fallen head over heels.”