---- Chapter 2 Asharp pain lanced through my chest. I stared hard at the man in front of me. "Do you really feel that much for her?" Finn didn't answer. Instead, he pressed the back of my head harder, his kiss turning fiercer. His fingers dug into my hair, like he wanted to crush me into his very bones, to swallow me whole. His hot breath fanned my face. The car door behind me was locked. Ihad nowhere to go. I could only close my eyes and endure an intimacy that wasn't meant for me. When our lips finally parted, he whispered by my ear, still lost in a drunken fog. "...Don't leave me." Islowly closed my eyes. After a long silence, I took a ---- document out of my bag and held it in front of him. "Tf you really don't want me to leave, then sign this." Finn looked at me with those blurry, drunken eyes. I knew he was looking through me, seeing someone else. But in the end, he signed his name on the paper. "Once the divorce is finalized in a month, Finn, we'll both be free." I gave a sarcastic little laugh, staring at the signed divorce agreement in my hand, my mind a whirl of thoughts. The moonlight spilled gently into the car, and suddenly I remembered the first time I met Finn. It was in the Harvard Law library. I'd just published a pretty controversial article in the Harvard Law Review, and a bunch of academic types were ganging up on me. ---- One of them even grabbed my wrist, hard. Just when I felt like I was suffocating, a hand shot out and clamped down on that guy's wrist, so tight I almost heard a bone crack. "Starting a fight in the library? You trying to get expelled?" A low, cold voice, sharp as a razor, cut through the air. I looked up and met a pair of dark, intense eyes. My heart gave a little flutter. Later, I found out the man who'd stepped in was none other than my unseen rival. Finn Cross. From then on, I started making frequent "business trips" to New York. I saw him in court, leaving Wall Street lawyers speechless. I watched him smoke by the floor-to-ceiling windows