Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

There wasn't much the cops could do about Simon's attempted theft. At most,

they could detain him for a few days; at worst, he'd get off with a verbal warning. After all, he hadn't stolen anything.

Janice had always known this.

She never expected Simon to face real consequences; she just wanted to establish that he had tried to steal her crochet piece and let the news spread. Simon valued his reputation more than anything.

Getting caught sneaking in to steal his ex-girlfriend's crochet piece and being caught in the act? That was a complete disaster.

"Ms. Smith."

Edward had spoken to the officers in advance, so Janice was granted permission to see Simon.

The door opened, and she stepped inside. Simon wasn't in handcuffs and was just sitting there freely. An officer was standing nearby.

Once she took a seat, only three remained in the room.

Simon glared at her coldly as if he could kill her with his eyes.

Janice struck first. "I hear you're denying the theft. Then why have you been yelling to see me?"

"I didn't steal anything. You gave me the passcode! You told me to go get it."

Before Janice arrived, Simon had already contacted his lawyer. The lawyer's advice was simple-cling to one thing. It wouldn't count as theft if he never let go of Janice.

And Heidi, despite running off, hadn't thrown Simon under the bus. She had made sure the security guard kept quiet.

Without solid proof, charging Simon with theft was tricky. He insisted that he and Janice were still a couple and that she had given him the passcode.

He claimed he had just been drunk and wanted to take a look. It wasn't like the National Crochet Union had a rule against viewing competition entries.

After an entire night of strategizing with his lawyer, Simon had braced himself for a battle over the theft accusation.

What he never expected was that Janice didn't even plan to make a big deal out of it. Her goal had always been the same-to ruin him completely and reclaim everything that was hers.

"Whether you stole it or not, the police will figure that out," Janice said, leaning back in her chair.

"I came to see you because I'm pulling out my shares. Once you're out, I expect you to cash them out and transfer the money to me immediately."

"Pulling out?" Simon's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You never invested a dime! Why the hell should I give you a payout?"

"Ownership isn't about whether I put in money or not. I've signed a contract proving I own shares in

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you have to cash me out. Of course, I know you're short on funds right now. If you can't pay me, I'll accept an equivalent transfer of

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shares."

Simon's expression shifted from shock to fury. "You want my shares? Janice, do you think you can take over Refined Threads Co. on your own? Keep dreaming! That company

is mine! It has nothing to do

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His reaction was exactly as she had anticipated.

Janice chuckled. "Alright then. If you won't hand them over, we'll settle it in court. The longer you stall, the more likely the court will force you to pay me in cash, which means you'll be indebted to me. And when that happens, your house, your car... Everything could be on the table. But let me give you a little advice.

"If you're only refusing because you don't want me to win, you can always sell Refined Threads Co. instead. Of course, no one in Nordmere will dare to buy it. Unless, of course, that buyer is me."

Her words nearly made Simon explode.

No matter what he did, it felt like everything would still end up in Janice's hands.

He refused to let her sit there, all smug and superior.

Simon turned to the officer beside him. "Leave us for a moment."