CEO's Regret After I Divorced
But now, with my life in these men's hands, I had to gamble that he cared about me, even just a little.
"Number." The scarred man barked.
Trembling, I recited his private number, watching him dial.
Ring... ring...
Each tone cut like a knife.
Then, the call connected.
"Hello?" A sickeningly sweet voice came through, carrying a familiar laugh.
Ivy Hart.
My heart sank.
"Ivy," I struggled to keep my voice steady, "Put Ryan on the phone. I... I have an emergency—"
"Oh, Serena." She laughed softly, each note stabbing my heart like needles.