Davina's POV

“You son of a bitch!”

I cried out, reaching underneath the counter for something—anything—to hurl at him and that smug, life-ruining smirk. “How dare you waltz back into my life and—”

“Excuse me,” he interrupted, so softly that I immediately fell silent. “If I remember correctly, you are the one who left. I’m not walking ‘back’ into anything.”

“It was the only way—”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Well, it worked out, didn’t it?” I asked, ...