“What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Please, I have better things to do. I just need you to sign some documents.”
Her face twisted with impatience.
“You’d better have something important. If you’re wasting my time on purpose, you’ll regret it.”
She could take the entire staff out for a day off just because Jason asked, yet she couldn’t spare a moment for me. The difference spoke volumes.
When she tried to leave, Jason boldly grabbed her hand. Then, with a mocking glance in my direction, he picked up a napkin and gently wiped the corner of her lips.
“Didn’t notice earlier—you smudged your lipstick.”
How it had been smudged was obvious from the flush on Sophia’s cheeks.
In five years with her, she had barely let me touch her—not even to hold hands. I had always been forced to keep my distance.
Yet now, the woman who claimed to have psychological issues could kiss Jason in public without hesitation.
Love and indifference were plain as day.
Outside the dining room, I handed her the divorce papers.
She took them without even glancing at the contents, frowning at me with the look of someone already planning revenge.