Chapter 76
SARA POINT OF VIEW
I stormed out of Max's office with my blood boiling so hot I could barely see straight. My heels stabbed the marble floor with each step, echoing my rage through the hallway. The nerve of that man! After everything everything I've done for him, this is how he treats me?
Outside, the crisp evening air stung my cheeks, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside me. My driver jumped to open the car door, probably sensing my mood. I practically threw myself into the backseat.
"Home," I barked. The poor guy flinched. Whatever. I wasn't in the mood to play nice.
The whole ride home, I couldn't stop seeing it - Max crumpling up those divorce papers like they were nothing. Like I was nothing. Eva was literally giving him an escape route on a silver platte
