I showed up at Lucas' conference room door with divorce papers in hand. He was hunched over the conference table at Gray Group, drowning in worry.
The man who always prided himself on keeping a flawless image had his tie tossed haphazardly to the side, and his usually perfectly gelled hair stuck out in messy tufts.
Yvonne stood off to the side, clutching their baby to her chest, her face etched with worry as she stared at him.
And me? I walked in glowing head to toe, followed by a whole team of top-tier lawyers.
"President Gray, sign the divorce papers." I slid the stack of divorce papers across the polished table, stopping them right in front of him. "I'm giving you a way out with dignity. Don't make this ugly."
The same words he'd once thrown at me. Now I was handing them right back
