Warren's gaze followed my finger to his collar. The lipstick mark was faint, yet it sat squarely on the most noticeable spot of his white shirt.
For a split second, panic flashed across his face. Then embarrassment turned into fury. "Summer, are you out of your mind?"
He hurled the divorce papers onto the table. "You want a divorce just because I missed one dinner with you? Do you have any idea how swamped the company's been lately? I'm busting my ass out there, and this is what I come back to?"
I watched him rage, feeling oddly at peace. In the past, the moment he raised his voice, I would have rushed to explain myself. Not anymore.
"So riding a carousel with Lucy is what you call busting your ass?" I said dryly.
Warren's breathing hitched. His eyes flickered before he fired back, "Y
