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Chapter 41: Shameless
Cason’s gaze darkened as he studied Ainsley, a strange flicker of something like frustration crossing his features. The woman standing before him was nothing like the one he once knew. She had changed—completely. Now, she dared to speak to him with such cold detachment. His fingers twitched involuntarily, as if trying to control the impulse to lash out.
Ainsley, sensing his silence, had no intention of wasting more time on him. She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, a firm hand grabbed her wrist.
Cason was losing his patience. He yanked her back, the pressure on her delicate skin leaving an angry mark.
“Ouch…” Ainsley winced, glowering up at him, her voice sharp with indignation. “Cason, what do you want? You—”
“I think it’s necessary for us to talk,” he interrupted, his tone cold, his eyes flicking to the red mark on her wrist. A strange pang tugged at his chest, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the anger rising within him.
Ainsley’s laughter was a bitter, mirthless sound. “I’m sorry. I’m not interested, and I don’t want to talk.”
The words struck him like a slap. His anger flared, but a part of him was taken aback by her indifference. How had it come to this?
“Ainsley, I’ve tried my best to preserve our dignity. I gave you money, I gave you a house… out of guilt. But all of it, the generosity, it was based on the assumption that you hadn’t already moved on to another man. You signed that divorce agreement so quickly—was it because you’d already found someone else?” He didn’t mean to say it, but the words slipped out in a burst of raw emotion.
Ainsley’s expression faltered for only a second, but her voice remained steady. “What did you just say?”
The accusation hit her like a punch to the gut. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all.
At that moment, Ainsley found everything about this conversation ridiculous. She had no interest in defending herself.
“Believe whatever you want,” she replied, her tone flat, emotionless.
Cason’s jaw tightened. He was seething now, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ll have someone investigate the truth about your affair. If it’s found, I’ll make sure you return everything—every penny, every property. I’ll take it all back.”
Ainsley’s eyes narrowed. Her gaze, sharp and cold, met his for the first time that day. There was no trace of the woman he had once known—no vulnerability, no warmth. Just an icy resolve that made his chest tighten uncomfortably.
For the first time, Cason felt a profound sense of discomfort. He swallowed, his voice faltering. “You—”
“You know better than anyone who was the cheater here, Cason. If you’re not just childish, then you’re certainly shameless,” Ainsley’s words cut through the air with the sharpness of a blade.
There was a rare flicker of frustration on her face now, something Cason hadn’t seen in her for a long time. It wasn’t anger; it was simply impatience—a weariness that seemed to wash over her in waves.
She stepped back, her voice steady but firm. “You wanted a divorce to be with Kaliyah, and I gave you that freedom. From that moment, we became strangers. That’s what we are now. So, please, stay with your fiancée and leave me out of it. Don’t come near me again.”
Her eyes were unwavering as she continued, “And as for the property you gave me—if you want to take it back, go ahead and try. Sue me, investigate me, I don’t care. But don’t come to me with threats.”
She paused, the words lingering in the air between them like a heavy silence. “I don’t care about the property, but I do care about my dignity. And I won’t let you push me around anymore.”
Ainsley didn’t wait for his response. With a final glance, she turned and walked away, her footsteps resolute.
This time, Cason didn’t stop her.
He watched her retreating figure, the weight of his frustration sinking deep into his chest. There was an unsettling emptiness inside him, mixed with the anger that burned like fire. As she disappeared from sight, Cason found himself alone with his own thoughts—a confusing mix of resentment, confusion, and something else he couldn’t quite name.
