Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt #3)(6)

I shot one right back, grateful that I had a date tonight so I could f**k her and her stupid questions out of my mind.

Seven o’clock can’t get here soon enough…

I waited a few minutes before heading to the elevator and attempted to remember my schedule for the rest of the day. I had two consultations with small business owners this afternoon, and I needed to make a Starbucks run before Aubrey could bring me my next cup of coffee.

I unlocked the door to my office and hit the lights, prepared to call for Jessica, but Ava was standing in front of my bookshelf.

“Is the homeless shelter not open today?” I asked.

“I came here to finally give you what you asked for.”

“It’s a little too early to jump off a bridge.”

“I’m being serious.”

“As am I.” I walked past her and sent a quick text on my phone. “If you jump before noon, the news crew won’t be able to run the story during primetime.”

She stepped in front of my desk and set down a manila folder. “I won’t drag your name through the courts anymore, I won’t file anymore stays or injunctions, and I won’t make any false claims about your character either…I’m done lying now.”

“I’m sure.” I picked up the papers. “In other words, there’s a new guy you’re anxious to f**k over. Does he know the real you?”

“Seriously? You’re getting your precious divorce. Why do you even care?”

“I don’t.” I put on my reading glasses and looked over the documents. “No alimony requests, abuse claims, or demands for property? Am I missing a page?”

“I’m telling you. I’m done lying.”

I didn’t believe her for one second, but I picked up my phone and called the notary, telling her it was an emergency.

“You know…” Ava leaned against my desk. “I remember the cake you bought me for our wedding anniversary. It was white and light blue, and it had all these pretty little NYC decorations on it. It had flavored layers, too. One for every year that we were together. Do you remember that?”

“I remember you f**king my best friend.”

“We can’t have one nice moment before we end things for good?”

“You and I ended a long time ago, Ava.” I tried to keep my voice flat, monotonous. “When something is over, the final words—good or bad, don’t make much of a f**king difference.”

She sighed and I noticed how terrible she looked today. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was frizzy and tied into a loose ponytail, and even though the blue dress she was wearing fit perfectly, she hadn’t made an attempt to iron it.

“What’s this so called emergency you have, Mr. Hamilton?” The notary walked into the room, smiling. “Are you requesting that we purchase another thousand dollar coffee maker?” She stopped talking once she saw Ava.

“Miss Kannan, this is Ava Sanchez, my soon to be ex-wife. I need you to witness the signing of the divorce papers and make three copies—sealing one of them for mailing purposes.”

She nodded and pulled a stamper out of her pocket.

“Did you notice that I willingly gave up our condo on the West End to you?” Ava asked.

“The condo that I bought?” I signed my name. “How generous.”

“We made a lot of memories in that house.”

“Signing papers doesn’t require conversation,” I said.

She snatched the pen away from me and placed her signature above mine—taking extra time to add a double swirl to the last letter.

“I’ll be right back with your copies.” Miss Kannan avoided looking at either of us as she shuffled out of the room.

“So, that’s it, I guess,” Ava said. “I’m officially out of your life.”

“No.” I shook my head. “Unfortunately, you’re still in my sight.”

“Would it kill you to wish me the best? To at least tell me good luck?”

“Seeing as though you’re going back to prison, I guess that would be appropriate.” I shrugged. “Good luck. The authorities are outside waiting for you, so take all the time you need. There’s even a vending machine down the hall if you want to taste freedom one last time…Although, since you’ll be locked up with plenty of women, I’m sure eating pu**y after the lights go out will taste just as good.”

“You f**king snitched on me?” Her face went white as I held up my phone, showing her the text I sent the second I saw her in my office. “How could you do that to me?”

“How could I not?”

“Did I really hurt you that badly, Liam? Did I—”

“Don’t you ever f**king call me that.”

“Did I hurt you that badly?” She repeated, shaking her head.

I didn’t answer.

“This is…This is about Emma isn’t it?” She hissed. “Is that what this is? You’re still holding that shit over my head?”

“Get the f**k out. Now.”

“It’s been six years, Liam. Six. Fucking. Years. You need to let that go.” She opened the door and a sly smile spread across her face. “Things like that happen all the time...As unfortunate as it was, it helped make you the man you are today, didn’t it?”