I sat alone in the café downstairs, my mind swirling. The lawyer I had hired had fled as soon as he realized that my opponent was James Ferguson. He had seen the name, and panic took over him, so now I was left waiting, alone.
I glanced at the time—soon, I had to head to the fashion design studio for practice, but all I could focus on was getting this divorce agreement signed. Today. It had to happen today.
But just as I tried to calm my nerves, I felt a shift in the atmosphere. It was as if someone’s gaze was pinning me in place. When I raised my eyes, I saw him—James—striding toward me with that familiar cold aura around him. A chill seemed to follow him wherever he went, and as he came closer, the air seemed to freeze.
Before I could even react, he grabbed my wrist, yanking m
