I need a divorce.
The words left Bella’s lips and seemed to suck all the air out of the guest house. Julian Voss stayed on his knees, staring up at her like she had just driven a blade through his chest. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but no sound came out at first. Tears streaked his face, mixing with the sweat from f*****g her sister minutes earlier. The sheet had slipped down, exposing him completely, but he didn’t seem to care anymore.
Scarlett, still lounging on the bed with that infuriating half-smirk, finally laughed — a short, sharp sound. “Wow. Bold move, sis.”
Bella ignored her. She couldn’t look at Scarlett without wanting to scream again. Instead she focused on Julian — the man whose ring still felt heavy on her finger, the man she had once believed would be he
