Chapter 7: The Legal Strike
Chapter 7: The Legal Strike
It took Jasper three days to find me.
He had spent the last 72 hours sleeping on a friend's couch after the locks on our penthouse were changed by the building management.
He finally tracked me down to a private, elite pediatric clinic in the Upper East Side. He waited outside in the rain, looking disheveled, his designer suit wrinkled and stained.
When I stepped out of the double glass doors, Toby securely nestled in a $3,000 smart-stroller, Jasper rushed forward.
“Hailey! Hailey, please!”
Marcus, my head of security, stepped in front of him instantly, a hand resting firmly on Jasper’s chest.
“Stay back, Mr. Hayes,” Marcus warned, his voice like grinding stones.
I stopped. I didn't look scared. I didn't look like the exhausted, broken woman he had left outside the hospital. I wore a tailored Stella McCartney coat, my hair perfectly blown out, my posture flawless.
“Jasper,” I said, my voice completely devoid of emotion.
“Hailey, baby, please,” he begged, tears mixing with the rain on his face. “I’m sorry. I was stressed. The company, the investors... I made a mistake. Please, tell your father to back off. They arrested my mother!”
I slowly reached into my designer tote bag, pulled out a thick manila envelope, and handed it to Marcus. Marcus extended it to Jasper.
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“What is this?” Jasper whispered.
“Divorce papers,” I said smoothly. “Along with a civil suit for the $4.2 million you embezzled from the shadow accounts my father set up for you. You don't have to worry about the bus anymore, Jasper. Where you’re going, transportation is provided by the state.”
