CHAPTER FORTY
ZOE’S POV
“Wait, do you think I should not have made Ryan talk to Reagan? Dammit! What was I thinking? Now they are not picking my calls and Ryan is not even in the house,” I rapped over the phone, looking into the bathroom of the bedroom but of course, he was not there either.
“Hey, stop the blame game. Actually you’ve done them a favor and they should thank you for it. Those guys were living a lie and calling it a friendship. Actually you should take this as the break you needed to find out who you really want in your life. Is it your famous, hot husband who is too irresistible or the bad boy friend who can makes you want to wear lingerie and cook him breakfast?”
“I don’t know Elisa,” I sighed, one hand perched on the arch of my waist.
“You don’t know? Girl,
