SAELA
I slammed my hands onto the table once again, gritting my teeth.
Torren had met up with his ex wife, Eryn. Again.
For the third time this week.
With every time she showed up, my heart did a little thump, a constant reminder that she wasn't fully divorced with him yet and might come to drag down everything I worked for.
How could I possibly let that happen?
“Can we meet up at a discreet location I text to you?” I said as the call I had dialed went through and the person on the other end answered in the affirmative.
“Don't be late.” I said and hung up as I went over to my mirror and smoothened out my makeup.
Packed my hair in a high ponytail and reapplied my gloss. You know what? I think I'm in the mood for a new bag.
I ran fingers through the rack and picked up a pink designer bag.
Perfect.
Time to put an end to this.
My hands flew over my screen as I texted the location to him and deleted it from my end.
I might have to flash my phone once everything was confirmed, these kind o
