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He was supposed to hate his ex-wife.
Instead, he flirted with her outside the courtroom she was using to destroy him.
“If all you wanted was my attention…” Raiyan said behind her, his voice low. “You could’ve just asked.”
Zoya kept walking.
“Filing a lawsuit feels excessive.”
That made her stop.
Raiyan came closer, the hint of a smile on his mouth. “Then again, you’ve always preferred making an entrance.”
She turned to face him.
“Most women just text,” he said. “You declared war.”
His eyes dropped to her lips before returning to hers.
“Don’t look at me like that. You almost look like you forgot you’re not my wife.”
For the first time, something flickered across her face.
Raiyan saw it.
And pushed.
“I remember what you look like when you want me,” he said quietly. “Doesn’t mean I still want you.”
That one was meant to hurt.
For a second, Zoya said nothing.
Then she smiled.
The same dangerous little smile that used to ruin his concentration completely.
“Mr. Mansoor,” she said sweetly, “for someone whose lawyers spent all day trying to keep my evidence away from the jury…”
Her eyes stayed on his.
“…you’re remarkably delusional.”
Raiyan’s smirk disappeared.
“If that’s the story helping you sleep at night,” she said, “I’d hate to be the one to wake you up.”
For once, he had nothing.
Two and a half years apart.
One billion-dollar lawsuit.
And apparently neither of them learned how to leave the other alone.
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