Ex-Husband's Regret
Sure, she’s a bit spoiled and has major brat energy, but she genuinely seemed like a good person.
Before we can say anything, the private elevator dings and opens, revealing Juliette.
Juliette steps out like she owns the entire building, sunglasses perched on top of her head while her heels click confidently against the marble floor. Her gaze lands on Lilly first before shifting to me, and her entire expression changes instantly.
“Oh thank God, you’re alive,” she breathes before walking straight toward me.
Lilly groans from beside me. “Seriously, that’s your opening line?”