CHAPTER TWO LESLIE’S POV I am speechless for the next few seconds as his words hit me like a freight train. I wait. I wait for his hard eyes to soften with remorse at the harsh words he threw at me but that doesn’t happen. He is glowering at me, nose flaring angrily. “Kian, how…how could you sa

CHAPTER FOUR KIAN’S POV I want a divorce. The words circle around my head non-stop. Of all the shits I have had the pleasure of hearing–and trust me, I hear a lot of crap as a CEO–Leslie asking for a divorce out of nowhere has to be the worst. I am a man who takes pride in my strength and abil

CHAPTER SIX LESLIE’S POV Kian hands the flowers over to one of the maids, asking her to put it in a vase or whatever. He clears his throat, trying and failing miserably to hide his embarrassment in front of his mother and the maids. “The flowers weren’t for you.” He says, voice hard as he stares

I give the driver the address and he drives off to the place that is in a more secluded part of the city, making a note to pay him extra for drenching his seat with my wet clothes. We arrived there within a few minutes and I found my Landlord standing outside the house like he knew I was coming. I

CHAPTER 9 KIAN’S POV Three days–that’s how long it’s been since Leslie worked up the nerve to walk out of our home. As a businessman, a few hours is enough for me to get over losses, as only a fool will continuously mourn a loss when he should be moving on to the next best opportunity to make up