He had no idea—I was the sole heir to one of the state’s wealthiest families.The only time I’d ever suffered was the day I married him.
He crossed the room toward me with the lilies like a trophy.“Hey,don’t you think these are pretty?”
As the flowers came near,my throat tightened.I turned my head and coughed—once,twice—hard,involuntary coughs.My allergy flared,and the first thing he did was shove me aside.
My back hit the sharp corner of the desk.The stitches on my healing wound split open and blood began to soak my blouse.Pain blurred my vision,while Xavier’s worried gaze stayed fixed on the lilies.
“You nearly ruined them!”he snapped.“Do you know how rare these are?Air-freighted!Professionally grown!”
Realizing that even my health couldn’t compete with a bouquet,I forced a bitter smile and thought,Was I with him for three years for this?God,how blind I’d been to love this bastard.
I was allergic to flowers—something he never cared about.If he’d cared at all,he would have known my wound wasn’t fully healed.
I took a steadying breath,reached into my bag,and pulled out the papers.“Xavier,”I said,sliding the divorce agreement hidden inside a contract toward him,“I need your signature.”