Billionaire, Let's Divorce!
I gritted out, meeting his gaze head-on, hoping to turn the tables and save myself a few thousand dollars.
He opened his arms wide, his smirk widening. "Be my guest, love," he taunted, his confidence oozing. "Let's take this to court."
I bit my lip, my mind racing as I weighed my options. It wouldn't really be wise to take this to court. For all I knew, since I initiated the divorce process, the judge might end up ordering me to pay more if, after his investigation, he got a whiff that I co-owned Luxe and Atelier. Besides, Mark would obviously have more connections to turn the case to his advantage. My heart sank at the realization that my escape plan might backfire eventually.