Jake slammed his tenth glass of whiskey onto the sticky mahogany bar. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the name: Anthony Jeffery. How? How did Anna land a job with a titan like that without a single college credit to her name?
A sharp buzz vibrated against his thigh. He pulled out his phone, the screen light blinding him for a second. As he read the text, a jagged, breathless laugh escaped his throat. It was a notice from Anna’s lawyer. Divorce.
"Is she serious?" he muttered. The club’s bass thudded through the floorboards, swallowing his voice. He threw his head back and howled, a manic sound that made the bartender pause mid-wipe and take a step back.
A woman in a sequined bikini slid toward him, her fingers tracing the line of his shoulder. "You look like you need to forget your
