A dark laugh escaped. "Mila Galloway. Since you've decided to be heartless, don't expect me to show you any mercy."
"Mercy?" She scoffed. "I don't need your mercy. Just like back then—you were the one who insisted on this marriage. You were the one playing savior. I never asked you for a thing."
Ryan smirked, drunk on his own bravado. "Did you hear me? Get the hell out."
I didn't bother looking at him. Instead of standing, I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag.
Mila's expression turned glacial.
"Ryan. Call security. Throw him out."
"With pleasure."
Moments later, security stormed in.
"Grab David and toss him out like a stray dog," Ryan barked. "And if he struggles? Break his legs."
He crossed his arms, posturing like a general. "Go!"
The guards surged forward—
—and surrounded Ryan.
A heavy boot slammed into his stomach before he could react. He crumpled, gasping, kicked across the polished floor.
Thud.
Mila shot to her feet. "What are you doing? I said throw David out!"
I clapped slowly. "They didn't make a mistake. They're disposing of the only dog in the room."
"What are you talking about?"