"I've sent your divorce papers to that mad man, Shane Collens," he said smoothly, each word dipped in smugness. The satisfaction in his tone wasn't just obvious—it was deliberate, like he wanted her to hear just how much he enjoyed saying it.
Sophie's stomach twisted, a flicker of unease flaring in her chest. The name alone made her pulse stumble, but it was the calm cruelty in his delivery that truly made her skin crawl.
"That's loud coming from you," Dain scoffed, his voice sharp with contempt. His eyes locked onto the man's with a glint of cold disdain. "You of all people, calling Shane a madman? That's almost funny."
He didn't laugh.
"He'll never sign it," Sophie said sharply, her tone laced with rising frustration, as she remembered all the promises Shane had whispered to her, about how he would never let her go.
"My husband is very powerful. You should watch yourself."
