Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me
My phone buzzed again, and I picked it up.
“I’m trying not to get it wrong again.”
I read the message slowly.
There was no pressure in it, no attempt to push anything forward, just that.
I did not reply immediately.
Across the room, Blue stood up and walked back to the structure. She crouched beside it and looked at it carefully from the side.
“It’s still standing,” she said.
“Yes.”
She reached out and touched one of the blocks, then quickly pulled her hand back.
“I don’t trust it yet,” she said.