"Don't forget, I'm the one holding the divorce certificate." His voice was low and deliberately casual.
"You tore up the agreement yourself, remember? You're the only one without a copy. Do you really think that's enough to finalize the divorce?"
Alexander Sterling gave her a devilishly handsome but utterly smug smile.
He radiated that signature shameless confidence, as if he could convince gravity to reverse itself.
Stella Dawson shot him a sharp glance, the corner of her mouth twitching. She pushed him away, her face showing clear irritation. "Step back and speak properly. You're invading my personal space."
Alexander paused, caught off guard by her reaction.
This wasn't unfolding as he'd anticipated.
Wasn't she supposed to panic and beg him not to make trouble?
