Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done
He stood, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed for the door.
“Are you going to see Skyla?” Winter asked, her eyes burning red.
Without turning back, he said, “That’s none of your business.”
Bracing her aching right leg, Winter struggled to her feet. She looked at the man standing there, immaculate and composed, a stark contrast to her own disheveled state. Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest.
“Chris Xander!”
She staggered forward and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
Afraid he would shake her off, she held on with all her strength. Every bone in her body screamed in pain.