Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!
Is that not a valid life choice anymore?
Cary looked almost relieved, the daft idiot. ‘So you’ll be alone?’
I didn’t answer. I just looked at him, imprinting this final, hopeless image of him in my mind, and said, for the very last time, ‘Goodbye, Cary.’
The lift doors slid shut, neatly slicing his expectant face from my view. The silence they left behind was golden.
Portia immediately clapped her hands together. ‘Right! Celebration time!’
This involved her producing a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne at three in the afternoon. Frankly, it was exactly what the doctor should have prescribed for post-divorce, post-attempted-murder recovery.
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