His Ex-Luna Is A Secret Heiress!
“If it’s money you want, Georgia, save it. You won’t get a dime from me, not after the way you’ve disrespected me in public.”
I hiss under my breath, jaw tightening.
He glares, then leans forward and picks up the papers. Slowly, he begins flipping through them.
One page… then another.
His eyes narrow…then widen.
“What the fuck is this?” he snaps, voice no longer amused. “Is this some kind of joke, Georgia?”
“You’re not blind, are you?” I say coolly, folding my arms. “It’s exactly what you think it is.”
“Divorce papers?”