Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 149

Wren's world used to be far too narrow.

The Langford family, Leo, Margaret, and him.

Now, she was forcefully prying that world open. The new people, the new projects, the company, and the buried secrets—everything was dragging her further and further out of his jurisdiction.

He snatched up his pen and signed the gala schedule.

He pressed down so hard the nib nearly tore through the paper.

"Keep the entrance order the same for the gala."

Xavier hesitated. "You still want to walk in with Ms. Whitaker?"

Lawrence looked up, his eyes hard. "She is still my wife."

Saying it out loud brought a twisted sense of satisfaction bubbling to the surface.

But this time, that satisfaction was drowning in an even deeper rage.

Because he knew Wren wouldn't play the part flawlessly like she used to.

She would show up.

But she would keep him locked out.

Willow arrived back at Riverview Heights just before nine.

She didn't turn on the overhead lights, opting instead for a single warm bulb in the entryway.

In the mirror, the bruises on her neck were glaringly obvious.

She stared at them for a long time before finally picking up her concealer and dabbing over them.

She only covered half.

She left the edges visible just above her collarline.

It wasn't meant for anyone else to see.

It was for Lawrence, and it was for herself.

She needed the physical reminder that Lawrence had touched her today.

Even if it was right after Wren had rejected him.

Even if she was just a rebound taking advantage of his wounded pride.

As long as she could wedge herself into his life—whether out of emptiness or vanity—she would turn that foothold into a permanent throne.

Her phone lit up.

Her contact had sent the photo again.

It was the same shot from The Southside Medical Archives.

Wren stepping into the car, with Phoebe's profile partially visible in the frame.

The angle had been edited to make it look like Wren was sneaking away into the night like a thief.

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