Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now

Chapter 743:

She set it down on the desk in front of her friend, who looked up with a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

Hadley gave a small nod. “You’re welcome.”

Elissa had just returned to work after her hospital stay. Most of her injuries had healed, but the bruises lingering around her eyes hadn’t fully faded yet. To avoid stares, whispers, and unwanted questions, she had been keeping to herself, staying out of sight.

Thankfully, she had Hadley—who had taken it upon herself to help her adjust. As Elissa looked at what Hadley had brought her, her expression brightened. “Today’s dishes look good.”

Hadley reached over, unscrewing the cap of a yogurt bottle before placing it beside her. “Blueberry. Your favorite.”

Elissa’s smile softened. “Thanks.”

Before Hadley could respond, a sharp voice cut through the air—impatient, irritated.

“Elissa! Elissa!”

That man’s voice.

Elissa’s face drained of color. Her grip tightened around Hadley’s wrist as she abruptly stood. Her fingers were ice-cold. “It’s Robin. He was here!”

A slow, cold sneer curled on Hadley’s lips. “You were lying in a hospital bed covered in injuries, and he never once showed his face. Now, all of a sudden, he decides to come looking for you? What the hell does he want?”

Before she could finish, the door to Elissa’s workspace flew open, slamming violently against the wall.

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Both women flinched, their heads snapping toward the sudden intrusion.

Robin stormed in, his expression dark, his movements aggressive. He crossed the room in a flash, reaching for Elissa’s wrist in a brutal grip.

“You thought I wouldn’t find you! Where the hell have you been these past few days?”

Elissa lifted her chin defiantly, her voice sharp despite the tremor in it. “Don’t talk to me like that! Where I go and what I do has nothing to do with you!”

“Elissa!”

Robin’s face twisted, his rage boiling over in an instant.

“Have you no shame?” His voice was a snarl, loud and venomous. “You’re a married woman, running around like a trollop! Tell me! Which man’s bed have you been keeping warm?”

What did he just say?

Elissa’s stomach dropped, her pulse roaring in her ears. “Robin… is that what you think of me?”

“Well, I’m not wrong, am I?” Robin’s furious shout thundered through the room, his forehead veined with rage. “You disgraced me on our wedding night, remember?!”

Elissa froze. She had no defense, no way to make him see the truth.

Tears welled up, slipping down her pale cheeks. “Robin, let’s get a divorce,” she whispered.

The room went still.

For a second, Robin didn’t move. “What did you just say?”

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