Dinner for Him, Divorce for Her

Did he skip brushing his teeth this morning? Everything out of his mouth stank.

I rolled my eyes. "I resigned. Try using your brain before you talk. Spreading rumors has consequences."

Dillon's face went pale, but he forced himself to stay calm. "But Jayda scheduled you for a week of night shifts. You just walked out. Where's your sense of responsibility?"

I laughed.

I'd already resigned. Why would I care about any shifts?

Not worth my time. I turned to leave.

He chased after me and grabbed my arm. Just as I was about to shake him off, he suddenly stumbled backward and crashed to the floor.

"Ah!"

"Dillon, are you okay?"

Jayda walked by right then. Seeing Dillon on the floor, she rushed over and helped him up.

After making sure he wasn't hurt, she shot me a glare. "Holden Hart, what exactly do you want? Haven't you caused enough trouble? Now you're hitting people?"

"My fault," Dillon said quickly. "I just asked why he hadn't been at work for days and left the patient unattended. He got upset and pushed me."

Of course.

Jayda backed him up immediately. "Holden, you've been gone for days. Do you realize that's absenteeism? That's irresponsible to the patient!"

I held back my anger. "I resigned. What does that have to do with me?"

She let out a mocking laugh. "How many times are you going to threaten me with resignation? Try a new trick."

Right. That reminded me.

I'd used that same excuse to get her to sign the divorce papers.

But I wasn't wasting breath arguing. I picked up my box and started to leave.

Jayda suddenly snapped. She yanked the box from my hands and dumped everything onto the floor, staring at me like I'd just robbed the place.

"These are hospital belongings. What makes you think you can take them? There could be patient records in there. If anything leaks, it'll be a major incident!"

Colleagues gathered to watch, whispering behind my back.

My face burned. My fingers dug into my palms.

If not for how I was raised, I might've slapped her.

I forced myself to calm down and said through clenched teeth, "Fine. I won't take any of it."

Then I turned and walked away, ignoring the insults she threw at my back.

The moment I stepped outside the hospital, Dillon sent me a PDF.

It was a full record—flirty chats, hotel bookings, even videos.

Jayda's breathy moans came through loud and clear.

Nausea rose in my throat.

I forwarded everything to a friend in the media.

Ready to blow it all open.

You like sneaking around? Playing both sides?

Then enjoy the fallout.

My phone rang suddenly.

The buyer of the house.

His voice was already annoyed. "Didn't you sell it to me? Why are people still living there? They refuse to move!"

Before I could process that, two familiar middle-aged voices came through the phone.

Jayda's parents.

Kenneth and Melissa.