That was the polite way of putting it.
Terri calmly thanked the doctor.
Then, she pulled up her bank account.
It was the card Oswald had given her when she agreed to marry Blayne.
It had been locked. The balance was zero.
Of course, it was empty.
The night Blayne had humiliated her while drunk—over Valerie—Terri had already signed the termination agreement.
The last line of the agreement read: [From now on, Terri Darton and Blayne Holzman have no further relationship.]
She waited until her account was locked—that would be the final proof. The proof that she was truly free.
Because of that drink, Terri had injured her stomach and remained in the hospital for treatment. During this time, Blayne never once called or asked about her.
When she was finally cleared for discharge, her phone rang.
Looking at the familiar number, she hesitated for a moment until she picked it up.
“Grandma went to the villa today, and not a single soul was there. What kind of stunt are you pulling this time? You got the money, the marriage is done—what the hell do you want now?”
It was rare for Blayne to call, but his tone was as sharp and irritable as ever.
He didn’t sound like this when things were good between them.