Mistaken the CEO for My Husband
“Ahh, since when did you become a saint? I remember the old days when you wouldn’t think twice about taking someone out. Did being a father really change you this much? Too bad… Sarah had to…”
“Don’t you dare bring her up,” I snapped.
His tone shifted, but there was no apology.
“Alright, alright,” he muttered. “I’ll drop it. But that doesn’t change what I said before. You’re not the same. You’re getting soft. Too soft. And when you get soft, you make mistakes. Remember that.” He hung up.
I clenched my fist, trying so hard to calm down. Why did he have to mention that name? That bastard really liked getting on my nerves.