He even ordered that both I and my dog were never to step foot in his office again.
Clutching the divorce papers tightly, I walked up to his desk, unsure how to begin.
But before I could speak, he signed it without even looking up, thinking it was just another document from his secretary.
Relief washed over me and I turned to leave quietly. But Natalie suddenly looked up, a sly, mocking smile curving her lips. “Mrs. Flynn, are you here to see how us regular people live?”
Zayn finally looked up and saw me. When my eyes met his—so distant, so utterly devoid of love—my chest ached faintly. “I just wanted to ask… could you give that box back to me?”
A flash of malice flickered in Natalie’s eyes as she toyed with the clay figurine in her hand, pinching it over and over.
“Oh, that box? I already threw it away,” she said with mock cheerfulness. “The garbage truck should be coming to collect it right about now.”
My breath caught. Without a second thought, I turned and ran.
By the time I stumbled home in panic, the garbage truck was just about to leave.
I rushed forward and stopped it, explaining my situation breathlessly.