“Your meticulousness clearly went straight to hell.”
Diego immediately stepped in front of her, shielding her with a look so cold it cut like ice.
“Apologize.”
The corridor, once buzzing with murmurs from the exiting meeting, turned dead silent.
I steadied my breath.
“Diego, I have no reason to apologize.”
“Did you not hear me? I said apologize.”
His fury slithered up my spine like a damp, venomous snake, coiling tighter with every breath, suffocating.
Yes, this was Diego. Once he made up his mind, there was never room for anyone else’s voice.
Not when he decided to marry me.
Not now, falling for his new secretary.
I should’ve seen it coming. Leaving him was no longer a matter of if but when.
I lifted my chin and smiled calmly.
“Diego, let’s get a divorce.”
