I dragged myself up and peeked through the peephole. Standing in the hallway were two massive men in tailored black suits—Brandon’s security detail.
I cracked the door open, leaving the chain on. “What do you want?”
“Ma'am,” the lead guard said stiffly. “Mr. Sterling demands that you come back to the estate immediately.”
I rolled my eyes. “If he wants me, he has to come and take me himself.”
I slammed the door in their faces and locked the deadbolt.
Less than twenty minutes later, the banging returned. This time, it was louder, accompanied by a voice I knew all too well.
“Victoria! Open this damn door!” Brandon roared.
I sighed, undoing the chain and pulling the door open. Brandon stood there, his chest heaving with barely contained rage.
“Get your things,” he demanded, stepping into the doorway. “You’re coming home right now.”
I crossed my arms, leaning casually against the doorframe. “No, I will not. We are divorced, Brandon. We are not married anymore.”
“I don’t care about a piece of paper!” he snapped.
“Why are you throwing a tantrum?” I asked, offering him a mocking smile. “Is it because you love me? Or is it because you’re just jealous that I can finally replace you?”