“Divorce her. This doesn’t have to mean anything. We can fix this. You and I,” Clara pressed. Her voice was a mix of command and desperation.
Rivera's heart beat loudly. Just hours ago, she prayed for him to divorce her, but now that someone else suggested it, she wasn't sure if she ever wanted that.
Reagan didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was calm and measured. “We’ll see.”
Two words, that was all. Rivera felt something cold settle in her chest.
It wasn't fear or anger, it was something sharper. It was jealousy.
And just like that, a dangerous realization struck her. She cared.
This man who seemed untouchable, drove her crazy, made her feel small and wild at the same time, she really cared about him.
Right from the first time they met, he had always had such an imp
