“Oh, my God, that was terrible, Jessica,” Erica muttered, her voice low but animated with disbelief. Her eyes were still fixed on the door Mark had stormed through moments before. “Who was he, and why did he look like he was moments away from murdering Dewayne? But more importantly”—she gave Jessica a dramatic side-eye—“does he have a brother? Because damn, that man is hottt!”
They both stood there for a second, silently watching the space where Mark had disappeared, his fury practically still vibrating in the air. It was like the whole lobby had absorbed his emotional storm.
Finally, they both sat down.
Jessica let out a long, soul-weary sigh, running a hand through her hair. “That was Mark—my soon-to-be ex-husband,” she admitted quietly. “Two days ago, I asked for a divorce. He’s… hav
