ELLA

“So yes. We are divorced now,” I complete, averting my gaze from Devlin’s so I don’t burst into tears like a silly little girl. “Thanks to your father.”

His lips are permanently parted in shock. Eyes wide like he can’t believe I went through that for him, when in reality, I’d do more.

I’d do everything in my power to make sure he’s okay. This place is just another usual office space. Mahogany table, swiveling chairs, and a couch. Perhaps it’s where he carries out ...