I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 25
Before I could respond, Spencer sniffled.
For the first time, he didn’t cling to me. He found his own driver to take him home.
I raked my fingers through my hair, agitated.
Pulled out a cigarette. Lit it.
Spencer’s coaxing voice suddenly echoed in my ears. “Victoria, no smoking, okay? If you’re upset, just bite me or something.”
Before I even realized it, I’d already stubbed the cigarette out.
Somehow, I felt even more agitated. Got in the car with a grim face and drove to the law firm.
By now I was very clear on how to escape. Pretended to throw myself into work. Took on a mountain of cases, breaking my own rules.
To make work easier, I even slept on the single lounge chair in my office.
But since the day Spencer had cried, he was back to normal the next day. Like nothing happened. Showering me with his usual attentive lunch deliveries.
My thoughts, however, were inexplicably heavy.
It wasn’t like I’d never seen him cry.
Crocodile tears when he was acting cute. Panicked tears when he was frantic. Fearful tears.
But it was the first time I’d seen him cry from pure hurt. Silently. Quietly.
I’d always thought he didn’t understand me.
The truth was, I didn’t understand him either.
In my mind, he was a pampered only child. I arrogantly assumed he was arrogant and willful. Assumed he was out of touch with reality.
Pain has no weight scale.
I hadn’t done any better…
The third day, when his lunch delivery arrived and my assistant said, “Mr. Prescott knows you won’t see him, so he just dropped off the food,” I finally decided to go back and have a real talk with him.
Standing outside the villa I hadn’t returned to in nearly a month, I felt a strange, unsettling anxiety.
I was about to push the door open when I heard Ted’s voice. “Spencer, if you’re so worried Victoria’s going to demand a divorce again, then be more careful when you go out with Blair.”
My heart plummeted like a stone into a deep abyss.
