"I had no clue when your uncle had an accident, yet Jordan was right there? He took care of everything—paid the bills, stayed with him. What—are you trying to rub it in my face or something?"
I seriously can’t figure out how guys think. For a second, I didn’t know if Ronald was pissed because Jordan stepped up and did what a husband should’ve done, or if he was just mad I didn’t give him a chance to save face.
"Ronald, who even has the energy to provoke you? Don’t make up drama. You know damn well where we stand—we're divorcing. The real question should be, why would I even come looking for you?"
He sneered, that cold smirk of his tightening every nerve in my body. "So you went running to Jordan? Isabella, tell me the truth—was this sudden divorce thing all because of him?"
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