Lynne's POV:
I wrenched my wrist free from Warren's grip and turned to glare at him. "Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you?"
Even as the crowd around us looked on, Warren, undeterred, grabbed me in a tight embrace, his voice low and seething with frustration. "How long are you going to keep this up? Lynne, enough is enough!"
"Warren Sterling!" I scoffed bitterly, shaking my head. "You really think this is a joke? We've signed the divorce papers. We're over. Let me go!"
"You're still upset," he countered, his arms tightening around me. "You don't mean this, do you?" This was the first time he had ever held me this tightly, but it was far too late.
When I was hurt, longing for comfort, he had given it to Shirley instead.
Most of the pain I'd endured had been caused by h
