The Divorce
The phone rang at exactly 10 a.m. It was Elena, of course.
Ashley answered without hesitation, already knowing what to expect.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Elena’s voice was icy, a sneer dripping from every word. “If you go through with this, you’ll regret it. You’ll have no one left, Ashley. No one.”
Ashley rolled her eyes, her fingers tightening around the phone. The anger bubbling inside her only grew.
“Really?” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that a threat, Elena? Because, spoiler alert, you’ve already lost.”
Before Elena could retort, the sound of a car pulling up outside caught Ashley’s attention. She glanced out the window and saw the sleek black limo.
Speak of the devil…
Demitri walked up the front steps, his usual confident stride somehow looking arrogant today.
“Ashley,” he said, his tone as cold as ever. “We need to talk.”
She didn’t bother to reply right away, too busy fuming over Elena’s words. Her mind raced as she recalled the promise she’d made to herself. If Demitri didn’t show, the world would know what was going on. She would expose him. And she was more than ready to follow through.
But now that he was standing in front of her, her resolve began to waver.
Ashley crossed her arms, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “No talking. You’re here. Let’s get the divorce done, shall we?”


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