She slid the papers across the desk.
“Sign,” Regina said.
Her voice didn’t shake. That alone felt wrong.
Bret stared at the documents like they were venomous snakes about to bite him. The pen lay between them, glossy and harmless, yet his fingers hovered above it as if it might burn.
Then he saw it.
The smile.
His secretary stood a little behind him, lips curved, eyes gleaming with a satisfaction she didn’t bother hiding. Her hand rested casually on the back of his chair...possessive. Familiar.
That smile shoved something nasty into Bret’s spine. "Why the f**k am I hesitating?" he thought.
He glanced at Regina again.
She looked… plain today. No makeup. Dark circles under her eyes. Acne flaring angrily on her cheeks, red and unapologetic. She didn’t look like the woman who once iro
