Micheal’s POV
After ending my business call to Hong Kong, The heavy mahogany doors of the boardroom creaked open, and my lawyer entered his expression grave. "Sir, I have some news regarding your ex-wife," he began, his tone measured.
I raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue as I reclined in my leather armchair, the soft glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the room.
"She's back," he stated simply, but the weight of his words hung in the air like a heavy fog.
A surge of irritation prickled at my skin. "I wouldn't care less about her”,
“It's important she called me”, he says as he takes a seat.
“What does she want now?" I demanded, my voice sharp with annoyance, I thought moved away which was a relief because Emily wouldn't stop talking about apologizing a
