Marrying My Ex 11

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The screen of the IPad burned into Connor's retinas. He scrambled up
from the floor, snatching the device from the wealth manager's hand as
If it were a venomous snake. Harding Anissa A kiss.

The image was a glitch in the universe a pieceof code that didn't belong
His brain refused to process Ít. The wealth manager and the two lawyers
stood over him their shadows long and suffocating inthe dim light of the
penthouse

“This is a joke" Connorwhispered the words scraping his raw throat,

He looked up at the wealth manager, a desperate, wild look in his eyes.
“This is one of my grandfather's tests, right? A sick fuckingjoke to teach
me a lesson,”

The wealth manager flinched, his face pale with pity. "Connot this is very
real "

"No," Connor snarled. He scrambled to his feet, his fingers tightening
around the cool metal and glass of the iPad. “It's a goddamn PR stunt.
A fake. To protect the stock price

He was shouting now, the sound echoing in the cavernous, silent
apartment.

With a guttural roar of purerage, he hurled the iPad against the far wall
It exploded ina shower of black glass and plastic, the screen shattering
into a spiderweb of dead pixels. The violent crack was the only sound
that felt real

The lawyers didn't even blink The lead attorney simply adjusted his tie,
glancingat the shattered debris on the floor.

“Destruction of Trust property. Noted," the lawyer said coldly. "We were
prepared to give you twenty-four hours, Mr. Snow. But given your volatile
state, we will be expeditingthe process. Good day.”

The legal team and the wealth manager turned and walked out of the
apartment, the heavy front door clicking shut behind them, leaving
Connoralone in his crumblingempire.

Connor's chest heaved. He spun around, his eyes darting through the
apartment. “She wouldn't dare. She wouldn't.

His logic twisted, contorting itself to find an explanation that didn't
involve his own obsolescence. The empty closet, the disconnected
number-it wasn't about leaving him This was about money. It had to be.
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She was trying to extort him with Harding's help.

He pulled out his phone his fingers flying across the screen as he dialed
his assistant.

“Felicity,” he barked when she answered, There was a hesitant pause on
the other end, the silence thick with the fear she always had whenhe was
ina rage. ‘Track Anissa Roy's credit card. | want to know every purchase
she's made inthe last twenty-four hours. Now."

“Um, Mr. Snow... | can't do that "

“What do you mean you can't?" Connor roared. ‘I own you, and | own her.
Do it!"

Felicity's voice was small and trembling. "Sir... her personal cards linked
to your account are all inactive. The card she's using.. | can't pull up any
information on it. My access is completely denied The system just says
the account holder is Mr, Harding Snow, and the notation is... ‘Highest
Priority"

The words Highest Priority hit him like a punchto the gut.

“That's a prop,” he spat, though the words tasted like ash. "Harding gave
itto her for show. It's all for show."

He hungup before she could reply. He had to talk to Anissa He had to
end this game.

He pulled up her contact, his thumb hoveringover the message icon. His
pride warred with his rising panic. He typed out a message, his tone
dripping with the condescending magnanimity he had always used to
control her.

This little drama is over. Come home. ['ll even buyyou that apartment on
Fifth Avenueyou wanted.

He hit send. The message sat there, a single gray arrow next to it.
Delivered. Not read. She had cut his line, but he still foolishly believed he
was the one holding the scissors.

Minutes stretched into an eternity. The silence in the apartment was
deafening. He paced the living room like a caged animal, the shattered
pieces of the iPad crunchingunder his expensive shoes.

Just then, the doorbell chimed. A sharp, clinical sound that cut through
the haze of his rage.

Relief washed over him It was her. She saw the text. She couldn't stay
away.

He strode to the door and pulled it open, a triumphant smirk already
forming on his lips.

The smirk died instantly.

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Two uniformed law enforcement officers stood In the hallway. Ihey
weren't smiling

"Connor Snow?" the taller officer asked, his voice flat,

"| am,” Connor said, his tone instantly shiftingto one of annoyance and
authority. "What is this about?"

The officer held up a document. “We're here to serve an eviction notice.
This property is under the sole control of the Snow Family Trust. Your
legal counsel informed us of a hostile situation and revoked your twenty
-four-hour grace period We've been instructed by Mr. Harding Snow to
ensureyou vacate the premises immediately *

Connorlaughed, a harsh, ugly sound "You've got to be kiddingme. Do you
know who | am? 1 am the Snow family."

“Our orders are from Harding Snow, sir,” the officer said, his expression
unchanging 'We only recognize his authority inthis matter. We'll give you
ten minutes to collect your personal effects before we beginsealing the
property.”

The world tilted on its axis. They didn't recognize him

He watched, paralyzed, as one of the officers walked past him and
began placing official -looking stickers on the furniture. His furniture.

The feeling of being erased, of being a ghost in his own life, was
suffocating.

He snapped.

He turned, grabbed his Aston Martin keys from the bow! by the door, and
stormed out of the apartment, shovingpast the officers without another
word.

He had to find her. He had to find Harding He had to make them stop.
He tore through the city streets, the car's enginescreamingin protest. He
would go to Harding's office. He would confront them both. He still
believed, with every fiber of his deluded being that all he had to do was
show up. That the moment Anissa saw him she would crumble, just like
she always did.

He screeched to a halt in front of the monolithic glass tower of Snow
Industries. He threw the car into park and jumped out, leaving the door
hangingopen.

As he reached the revolving doors, a wall of black suits moved to block
his path.

Alex Stone, Harding's head of security, stepped forward. His face was a
mask of cold professionalism.

"Mr. Snow," Alex said, his voice like ice. I'm afraid you're not welcome
here."

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‘Get out of my way, Alex," Connorsnaried, trying to push past him
Alex didn't move, Four other guards closed in, forming an impenetrable
barrier.
‘Mr. Harding Snow and Mrs, Snow have given explicit instructions” Alex
continued his eyes devoid of any emotion. "They are not to be disturbed.
Especially not by you '
Mrs. Snow.
The name echoed in the vast, empty space of Connor's skull. it was the
final nail inthe coffin of his denial

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