The clerk hesitated, a trace of pity crossing her face.
“Ma’am, about a month ago, this gentleman ended his marriage with you and remarried—his new wife, one with the last name MacGill.”
6
Venice’s POV
I froze where I stood, unable to believe what I’d just heard.
Had my seven-year marriage to Jericho officially ended a month ago?
And on that very same day, he’d married Verona?
I felt like a complete fool, deceived by the two of them right in front of me.
The more I thought about it, the more my body trembled with fury.
When I returned to the villa, the first thing I saw was the two of them embracing in the living room.
With a blank expression, I walked past them without a word and headed straight upstairs.
“Venice, shouldn’t you apologize to Verona?”
Jericho’s voice came from behind, filled with reproach.
I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.
“Why should I apologize to her?”
I turned to glare at them both.
“Because you pushed her,” he answered coldly. “She hasn’t been able to perform surgery for an entire month because of you. Do you know how many patients have been delayed because of that? Even your own mom’s operation was postponed.”
That was the last straw. I spun around, glaring at him.