The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon
Avery sat cross-legged in her chair, sipping a juice box and swinging her legs, utterly unaware that she’d just poured gasoline on smouldering coals.
Ethan glanced at Jessica, catching the flicker of tension in her eyes. He didn’t smile, didn’t gloat, he just leaned back, his hands flat on the table, like he knew one wrong word could make the air between them snap.
Jessica shut her laptop fully, the sound decisive. “Well, we’ll figure it out then,” she said, her tone clipped. She stood, beginning to gather the juice box, her laptop, and stray crayons scattered across the table.
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