As if she had found her savior, Lucy jogged to Chase, tugged at the hem of his jacket, and looked up with tearful, pitiful eyes. "Chase, Nia set me up."
Chase heartlessly shook off Lucy's hand, and she fell onto her backside.
With a look of utter disgust, he took off the jacket Lucy had touched and threw it away.
Lucy collapsed weakly on the floor and begged, "Chase, for the sake of how I helped you before, please help me."
Chase ignored her completely and walked straight toward me.
Lucy should have realized long ago that a man who didn't even respect his own wife would never truly cherish a mistress.
I was just about to stand when a large hand reached out in front of me. I looked up and found it was Nolan.
Letting bygones be bygones, I reached out and took his hand.
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