Chapter 110

Chapter 110:

“What?” Hadley blinked, momentarily thrown off. “What do you mean?”

“Hadley!” Eric’s frustration flared again. “Are you ever going to stop this nonsense?”

Noticing the storm brewing in his eyes, Hadley hesitated. “Wait, are you seriously explaining yourself to me?”

Eric’s silence was confirmation enough.

“You don’t have to,” Hadley said, still baffled. “I’m just your ex-wife. It’s none of my business. You and Linda… You know the truth, and that’s enough.”

Eric stood there, fuming but unable to find the right words.

Why was he even wasting his breath?

There was no reason to justify himself.

“If anything…” Hadley added after a pause. “Maybe you should explain it to Ernest.”

“Hadley!”

Her words reignited Eric’s fury.

“Are you trying to stir up trouble?”

Hadley seized the opportunity, ducking beneath his arm and bolting, tossing a final remark over her shoulder.

“Maybe you should talk to Nyla! Situations like this don’t just happen in stories, you know!”

Situations like this?

What was she even talking about?

Ernest was lying in a coma, yet Hadley seemed convinced Eric was entangled with his sister-in-law in some clandestine affair. The notion was laughable. There was no way that could be true. The Flynn family would never tolerate such disgrace.

And yet… Something about her words clung to him like a stubborn shadow. The memory of Linda’s earlier expression resurfaced, leaving a faint unease gnawing at the back of his mind.

“Maybe I should move on and find someone new,” he mused.

But how? And where?

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: g⍶ⅼ𝗇𝗈ν𝘦𝗅𝗌⸳𝖼𝗈𝖒

It wasn’t as if he could simply conjure a new partner from thin air.

Hadley had been overseas for years, but they were still legally bound in marriage. For that reason, the thought of meeting new people hadn’t even crossed his mind.

But now?

Maybe it was about time.

That evening, without calling Barrie or Marshall, Eric found himself heading to Galant alone.

As always, the VIP booth in front of the stage remained reserved exclusively for him.

Lennon practically bounded over the moment he caught wind of Eric’s arrival, grinning from ear to ear. “Mr. Flynn!”

Eric leaned back, draping one arm over the sofa while tapping his knee absentmindedly with the other. “Which slot is she dancing in tonight?”

Lennon’s eyes gleamed knowingly.

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