His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband
“I made a choice.”
Denise tilted her head. “To leave your marriage or your business?”
The words hit harder than they should have. I set my cutlery down, fingers tightening slightly around the napkin in my lap.
“Both, apparently,” Clara added lightly. “You used to act like you had it all, Layla. The beauty, the brains, the perfect life. Guess life has a funny way of humbling us, doesn’t it?”
They giggled like schoolgirls.
I breathed in slowly through my nose, forcing myself to stay calm. “If you came here to entertain yourselves, I’d suggest another table.”