Ronald raised his hand and grabbed the back of my neck, his gaze ice-cold as it locked on mine. His voice was low and full of warning.
"You’re the one who’s messed up. Want a divorce and still provoking me? Don't you get it? Guys don’t like being pushed."
His warm breath hit my cheek. I stared at his perfectly handsome face drawn tight with frustration.
"Who provoked you? You started cursing me first—I was just being polite and giving it back."
"And besides, did what I say really get under your skin that much?"
In our past life, unless I pissed him off by refusing to divorce him, he couldn't care less about me. He didn’t even bother arguing.
Come on, I just said he couldn’t have me. How’s that supposed to be that big of a deal?
His face stayed blank, no emotion showi
