I had scraped my knees when I fell, and I couldn't walk.
Ryan easily hoisted me onto his back. "I'll take you home," he said.
Seeing the direction he was heading, I realized he was taking me back to Jackson's place.
"No, don't take me there," I said quickly. "Jackson and I are divorced."
Ryan froze in his tracks. I could feel his shoulders go slightly stiff.
He probably thought that a ruined heiress like me was incredibly foolish to choose divorce.
But he simply said, "It's for the best. He didn't deserve you anyway."
I was surprised. In my memory, Ryan had never been a man of many words.
"A man of few words" was an understatement for him.
Even when Jackson and I got married, he had only stopped by briefly, left a gift, and walked out.
"Where are you staying now?" he asked. "I'll
