My boss’s brother wants me and so does my husband
He squeezed my hand gently on the table, flashing that smile of his, making my heart stutter even now.
I scoffed in disbelief, gently pulling my hand away. "Noah, you do know that no matter how many dates you fix, no matter how many things you buy for me to try to make up for all those years, no matter how many romantic gestures you pull, it doesn’t change my mind about the divorce. You know that, right?" My voice was firm, cutting through the romantic haze like a sharp blade.