Marrying His Savior, My Husband Cried for Me After

Aaron had it all planned out. I nodded calmly and agreed to everything.

A flicker of relief passed through his face. But when he looked at me again, something shifted.

“Cass,” he called me with his usual endearment, “why do I get the feeling you don’t care about me anymore?”

I stayed silent, my face empty.

He opened his mouth again—but before he could speak, his assistant burst through the door, panicked.

“Mr. Mackey! Miss Cross’s really leaving this time—we can’t stop her!”

Aaron dropped everything and bolted out, catching up to Nancy and grabbing her tightly.

“I already said I’d marry you—can’t you just wait?!”

He clutched her like she might disappear. Then yelled over his shoulder, “Get the divorce papers ready. Now!”

I blocked the assistant from leaving. Before I could even speak, Aaron shouted at me, “Cassidy! Now’s not the time to throw a tantrum. Get out of the way!”

Watching him panic over losing Nancy, I gave a hollow smile. Then I pulled a folded document from my purse.

Nancy’s eyes sparkled with a flicker of triumph. She began to struggle harder, making her distress look even more real.

Aaron didn’t question why I just happened to have the divorce agreement—he grabbed it and scribbled his signature at the bottom and shoved them back into my hands.

“Sign it,” he barked.

Without hesitation, I did.

Nancy glanced at the signed papers, stopped struggling and went limp in his arms. Then she fainted dramatically like some damsel in distress. Aaron didn’t even spare me a glance as he scooped her up and ran off.

I stood behind them, watching, deleting every memory of Aaron from my heart. Clutching the signed divorce papers, I turned and walked out under the pitying gazes of everyone in the room.

I went straight to the courthouse, filed the paperwork and finalized everything. When it was over, they handed me two small, dark red booklets—the divorce certificates.

Back at the estate, I packed up everything that was mine. Everything except two things: that divorce certificates and the jeweled crown he once gave me.

Right before boarding the plane, I got bombarded with dozens of photos—Nancy and Aaron in bed. I didn’t look at a single one. I tossed the SIM card right out the airport window.

Everything between Aaron and I was over at this moment.

From now on,I will pursue my own sun.