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Landon
Shit.
Oh, s**t.
My eyes were wide with alarm. What in the ever-loving f**k was Miranda doing here? I’d been ignoring her calls, texts, and pathetic messages to try to get me to reconsider the divorce. I’d only responded to tell her to sign the paperwork or talk to her lawyer. I’d made my decision, and I wasn’t going back to where we had been the last miserable year.
“Oh,” Heidi said. Her cheeks were bright red. “I’m just…going to go back to my desk then. Good talk, boss.”
“Heidi,” I said softly.
“We’ll chat about that…thing later.”
And then she all but dashed out of the room, leaving me alone with the most conniving woman I knew.
“What are you doing here, Miranda?” I demanded.
“I came to see my husband, of course.”
I nearly rolled my eyes. Why was I even surprised that
