Chapter 39

Sloane’s

“I hope this is a divorce paper,” I roll those words out of my tongue, holding the folder Vance gave me when he called me to his office.

I don’t know if I’m glad or pissed he’s spending more and more time in the house now.

The fucker doesn’t even look up from his laptop.

My knuckles go white around the edge of the folder.

After what he's done to me, I've been thinking of ways to get back