Dumped the Scumbag, Now I'm Married to a Billionaire
It had been years since high school, and even though he was married now, I had never stopped caring about him.
I hesitated for only a second before picking up.
“Well, well, well,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Sterling?”
“Isabella,” he said, his voice tight. No pleasantries, no playful banter. He was in trouble.
My expression sobered. “What happened?”
“You’ve seen the news.”
I had. Sterling Industries, the mafia, human trafficking. It was a mess. And now, hearing his voice, the strain in it, made it feel even more real.