CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CHANEL’S POV
Tonight’s goal was just one. Make Eros approach me and make sure the cameras got it at the right angle. I knew I would soon have to divorce that son of a b***h but before that, he would have to endure the worst of me. Just divorcing someone doesn’t automatically make the pain go away. No. It would still claw inside you and all you’d do is beg for release however way you can. The phone rung, pulling my attention from the mirror as the stylist whose name I gathered to be Cara, ran a comb through my hair, cutting the tangled ends of it.
“Who is it?” I asked ray as he handed me his phone. Mine was on flight mode and would probably remain so until I went back home.
“Racheal,”
I felt my core tense up as I put the phone to my ear, signaling for Cara to give me
