Anthony Lancaster's brows furrowed sharply. "Enough, James!"
"I wasn't talking to you," James Lancaster shot back icily, his piercing gaze shifting to Clara Green with a sneer. "Coming this early to rub your relationship in my face?"
Clara kept her eyes downcast, her voice hollow. "I came to ask when you're free to finalize our divorce." Her heart had gone numb long ago, as if it had forgotten how to ache.
"You're in that much of a damn hurry?!" James snarled, yanking her forward until their faces were inches apart.
Seeing the raw torment in his bloodshot eyes nearly stole her breath. She forced herself to meet his gaze, her reply frosty. "Yes. I am."
For two endless seconds, James studied her expression. Then, with a bitter laugh, he released her wrist.
Clara's heart plummeted into
