Indie_Marino

“Angel, I’ve had enough of your games. It’s time for you to come back home.”

I couldn’t make myself feel anything for the selfish man standing in front of me. I can easily call him my ex-husband. The man that made my life living hell. 

Slamming my fists on the wooden table so hard, I though it would’ve broken, but it didn’t. I hastily stood up causing my chair to fly backwards into my giant glass window. 

“Games?” I scoffed. “Do you remember? You are the one that divorced me. I didn’t have a choice, according to you! So, why on earth should I have to come back?” My nose flaring and my face hot red in anger. 

“Ang-,” 

Cutting him off, I growled out, “No! You have no fucking right to call me that! It will be Ma’am or madam. Nothing else. Do you understand?” 

“Angel, enough! You and our son will be coming back home today, whether you want to or not!”

“Fuck you.”

Table of His Mistake (billionaire)

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Volume 1