“…”
I immediately turned around, ready to storm over and punch Nicholas in the face. That jerk took off running back to his office, slammed the door shut, and probably squeezed his eyes shut too—totally pretending I no longer existed.
Hands on hips, I stood there fuming.
Nicholas freaking Perry.
Never once did anything helpful, always stirring up trouble like it’s his full-time job.
Ronald and I aren’t even legally separated yet, and now he’s gonna find out I’ve been talking nonsense behind his back? That’ll definitely mess with the divorce mood.
Still, I didn’t call Ronald.
What am I, looking to get roasted? I’m not that dumb. Talking crap behind someone’s back and then ringing them up? No thanks.
I’d made up my mind—until we’re face-to-face finalizing the divorc
