“I was worried you’d be upset after the accident, so I came to keep you company. This afternoon was really an accident. My phone was on silent, so I didn’t get your message. Thank God it wasn’t serious, or I really wouldn’t know what to do, babe.”
His voice was soft, his eyes full of affection that used to melt me so easily.
But now, it only pierced like a blade.
This jerk had no idea that on my eighteenth call, when he finally picked up, I’d heard his voice.
He was telling Zamora, “She’s just like a cheap dog I raised. I can’t get rid of her no matter what.”
I lowered my eyes, my throat tightening.
When I stayed silent, he followed my gaze and noticed the phone in my hand—the screen still paused on that Instagram video.
He reached over, took it, and pressed the power button.
“Stop watching.”
“This video isn’t what you think it is,” Ross said in a low voice. His tone was gentle, but there was a hint of impatience behind it. “I only went along with her for business reasons.”
“The richest guy in the Forrers is planning to invest in a new company. If I can close this deal, we’ll be listed on the market soon. She… She’s just a stepping stone.”