The twins looked proud of themselves, clearly hoping to see pain on my face.
But this time Eric actually snapped at them, and they froze.
“Calm down before you say anything else.”
He looked at me. “Let’s talk this through.”
“No need. I’ve thought about it for a long time. And they’re not wrong—Olivia Carter is better for them, more suited to be their new mother.”
I ignored Eric’s rare attempt to back down and held out the divorce papers again.
His face turned a strange shade, as if he hadn’t expected me to say Olivia’s name.
“She’s just my secretary. We’re strictly coworkers. What nonsense are you spouting?”
