Wilona's PoV
I tried my best to hold back the trembling from the anger that was suffocating me.
"Ma'am, I never even knew who your ex-husband was," Ricky had said pitifully, thirty minutes earlier, when I confronted him about Sonny, the financial consultant sent by the company owner.
I nearly fell over when I turned around after someone touched my shoulder and greeted me in the lobby, as I was looking for Ricky, who had said he was welcoming the newly assigned financial consultant.
Sonny stood before me, with his signature smile. He was wearing a new suit, and his bag and shoes were also new. I figured he must be trying to impress me.
"Wh-why are you here?" I asked, confused.
This was Florida. He should be in Los Angeles, right? Why was he standing in front of me, in Florida? In my n
