Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!
Go home, sleep it off, and when you’re sober we can…’
Before I could finish, he wrapped his arms around me in a bone-crushing hug.
He started mumbling a stream of ‘sorries’, his tears hot and wet against my neck, trickling down my collar. A great, heaving sob shook him.
I just stood there, frozen, unsure what to feel. It was all so absurd and bleak.
This wasn’t how I’d imagined our divorce would play out. Cary was pride and arrogance personified, a control freak of the highest order. He was never, ever supposed to be this.
‘Let me go, alright? Just calm down,’ I said, softening my voice.
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