“She claims that Jack cheated on her, and she is filing a fault divorce, so she can run off with any money he made during the marriage. Apparently, the idiot signed a prenup with an infidelity clause in it.”
Chyna burst into laughter. “Wow. Give me a minute with that one,” she said, her laughter coming harder. “I told her that he’d cheated on her on her f**king wedding day, she still went through with the wedding, and then two years later, she’s filing for divorce for infidelity. That’s…wow…that’s rich. I mean, why is she dragging this out anyway? She has a fortune of her own. As shitty as it is, I get why my parents dragged it out. They both were worth a ton of money, and neither wanted to get screwed. Bekah doesn’t need his money.”
“That’s the million-dollar question—quite literally,” Lexi said under her breath.
“Well, just because he is getting a divorce doesn’t mean you can’t tell him you’re engaged, chica. You know that, right? I mean, I know he’s different, but it’s still Jack.”
“I know, C.”
“Right, you’ve always known. You’ve always known everything.”
“Chyna…”
“I’m just looking out for you. You’re marrying Ramsey. He’s a good guy. You love him. Remember that.”
“God, I haven’t forgotten any of that, all right?”
“Just saying.”
“So, are you finished reminding me of things I already know? And can we get back to planning your trip this weekend?”
“Just don’t be stupid.”
“Thanks for that one.”
“Jack makes you stupid.”
“He’s married!” Lexi snapped. She did not want to have this conversation. She had been fighting that battle with herself. She didn’t need Chyna’s help with it.
“Not much longer…”
Lexi spent the next day at work searching out the best divorce attorney in Atlanta who didn’t currently work under the Bridges hegemony. She was f**king pissed by how difficult it was to do that. How did they possibly have five of the best attorneys in-house? Didn’t that seem a bit ridiculous to anyone else? Who had allowed them a monopoly on the market?
Fucking Bekah Bridges—that was probably how.
The girl never stopped plotting. Three of the attorneys had been acquired in the last year since she had been married to Jack. It didn’t seem coincidental, but Lexi didn’t know how to prove that it was connected. It made her eyes hurt.
In the end, she just plucked up the courage to ask her boss about it.
He suspiciously eyed her. “You thinking of getting a divorce before you’re even married?” he asked.
“Just asking for a friend, sir,” she said.
“Did I hear you got engaged?”
Lexi smiled sweetly. It was the only way to deal with her boss. “That’s right,” she said, showing off the ring.
Her boss whistled between his teeth. “That’s a big diamond.”
“Yeah, he spoils me.”
It wasn’t something she would have normally said, but her boss cared about pedigree, power, and privilege. Ramsey had all three, and sometimes it helped situations.
“Good man you have there.”
“So, sir, about that attorney. Do you think you could put me in contact with one?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.
“Yeah, I know a guy. I’ll give him a call on my lunch break and put him in contact with you,” he grumbled. “Oh, and Lexi…”
“Sir?”
“Any progress on the Bryant case? I want that one resolved this month. It’s eating away time,” he told her before promptly turning around and walking away like he hadn’t just handed her an impossible task without a second thought.
“Great,” she said, storming back to her office.
At least she was getting that f**king name.
Lexi spent the rest of the afternoon buried in casework. She hadn’t even bothered surfacing for lunch, and by the time she was ready to leave the office that afternoon, she was starving and still without a contact for the divorce attorney.
She hesitantly wandered over to her boss’s office.
His assistant was looking bleary-eyed at the computer screen. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“Yeah. Is Chuck still here?” Lexi asked.
“No, he never came back after lunch.”
“Great,” Lexi groaned. “Did he happen to leave a message with you about a divorce attorney?”
His secretary glanced around her desk before shaking her head. “Nothing here, sorry. Did you want me to phone him?”
“No,” Lexi said quickly. The last thing she wanted to do was to draw more attention to herself than she already had. The next time she talked to her boss, he would probably tell her to close the case by the end of the week rather than the end of the month. “Thanks.”
She would have to remind him about it some other time. There wasn’t all that much time to waste, but there was nothing she could do at the moment.
She took the elevator down to the parking garage, got into her car, and drove out of the building. Stopping by the nearest drive-through restaurant, Lexi ordered some much-needed food, and then cut across town to Ramsey’s office.
Last night, she had told him all about Chyna’s freak-out about the wedding and how she was going to come into town for the weekend to celebrate. He had been ecstatic to hear it. By the look on his face, it almost seemed like he had been afraid that Lexi wasn’t excited about the prospect of their engagement. It wasn’t that she wasn’t excited. She had just had so much other stuff piled on top of her all at once. Listening to Chyna freak out about it had brought Lexi back to reality, and now, she was looking forward to the celebration.
In fact, she was on her way right now to celebrate. She had gotten out of work a little early, and she was surprising Ramsey at the office. They hadn’t spent as much time together prior to the engagement, and she thought it would be a sign of goodwill, proving that she really was invested in him. She loved him. All this talk of divorce made her anxious to show it.
Lexi had a pass to the staff parking lot, so she could come and go whenever she wanted. She found the closest open spot and parked her car. She had stuffed down the burger while she was driving, and she was finally starting not to desperately crave food. She could still eat more, but she didn’t feel like she was dying. Maybe she could grab something light with Ramsey on the way home. She smiled at the thought as she entered the medical wing.