Alex's POV
I stood there by the window and watched Krystal walk out of my office, and even though I had just said the most hateful things I could think of, the air in the room felt like it was running out and I couldn't get a full breath into my lungs.
I looked at the closed door and then back at the photo on the floor, and the image of her holding that boy felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest because it was the final proof that the three years I spent mourning our marriage were nothing but a joke to her. I walked over to the desk and swiped my hand across the surface, sending the heavy laptop and the stacks of merger files flying onto the marble floor with a crash that echoed through the entire penthouse suite, but the noise didn't make me feel any better.
"Is that it
