I stepped forward and stepped in front of Dominic.
My voice was ice-cold when I snapped, "What does this have to do with you?"
He lowered his head and said, rough and low, "I'm your husband."
"We divorced two years ago. Stop pestering me and making a fool of yourself," I shot back.
We were just about to get in the car when he clamped down on my arm so hard his fingers dug into my skin.
His fingertips were shaking violently.
Irritation was already coiling hot in my chest.
Then he spoke again, "Fine, Amelia. Let's not talk about feelings. Let's talk about a business partnership.
"Leo and I are fighting for control of the company. He's already got all the connections he needs, and I've been a wreck these past two years, slacking off nonstop. I know… you've built a really successful bu
