~Lanre
I climbed into my car, my hands tight on the steering wheel. As I drove, my anger grew, feeding off the adrenaline and fear that coursed through my veins.
I pulled out my phone, dialing Nathan and Dean's numbers. "Hey, guys," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "Guess what? I lost the contract because of that i***t wife of mine, I'm going to deal with her."
Nathan's voice was calm, but I could hear the concern in his tone. "Lanre, don't do anything you'll regret," he said, his voice firm.
Dean chimed in, his voice as steady as Nathan's. "This isn't like you, Lanre," he said, his voice pleading. "You know this isn't the way to solve things. Don't let your past with Nina cloud your judgment."
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, my teeth grinding with rage. "This isn't
