Vivian pov
I knew I couldn't retrieve the design drafts and that Dominic .Dominic would never allow me to touch a single hair on Isabella Blackwood or MargaretBlackwood.
The Dominic could unhesitatingly defend his family, but he had never cared for me.
He had always been like this.
I let out a cold laugh. "Fine, I hope Dominic keeps his distance from me in the future. Even if we accidentally run into each other, let's act like strangers. Don’t lecture me just because you’re my ex-husband."
Dominic frowned. Ever since I started the divorce proceedings, my ability to throw shade had only grown sharper, and I seemed to aim directly at his heart.
He didn't like this feeling at all.
I glanced down at my suitcase and suddenly felt that taking these things with me was meaningless.
