Rose POV
“You’re sick, Dex.” A lump suddenly came up on my throat making it hard to speak up. I wanted to cry, but it was not said it was no use crying over spilled milk. My chest constricted, making me gasp, but a cough came out instead. It sounded like I was choking. I covered my face and attempted to clear my throat.
“Rose, are you okay?” Dexter was about to stand up, but I held up my hand prompting him to sit down again.
After clearing my airways, which took about a couple of minutes, I looked him square in the eye.
“You couldn’t just tell me that now. What for, Dex? You are divorcing Cheryll and now you are coming after me? Is that it? After fourteen years? You should have kept your d**k to yourself from the start!”
“Rose.” He looked at me with pleading eyes. I didn’t know if it
