The Quiet Exit
Ash Devonmy boss, my contracted billionaire husband
A walking ATM to clean up her messes, or a trash bin that would take anything she threw at me?
Anger and disgust surged in me, making my whole body tremble. I almost lost control and charged in.
Just as I lifted my foot, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Victor Smart, the CEO of SkyTech Group.
[Mr. Conner, when can you start? We need you to host the bidding conference in three days.]
I looked at the two bodies tangled together on the couch, my chest tight with pain, and replied, [Tomorrow.]