Chapter 10
I looked up–and there he was.
Peter. Just standing there, staring.
He looked rough. Way thinner, face sunken, eyes bloodshot, lips all chapped and pale.
And yeah, the jealousy in his eyes? Blazing.
“Yuna, how could you fall for someone else so fast?”
Like I was the cheater.
Lionel stepped in, ready to block him, but I touched his arm. Chill, I got this.
Honestly, the whole scene was a joke. I didn’t even flinch.
“So what? I’m divorcing you.”
Then Peter grabbed me from behind, arms tight like he thought that’d fix things.
Voice all cracked and raw. “I haven’t signed the papers. It’s been forever. Aren’t you done being mad? I gave up everything at the firm to find you. Just come home with me.”
I yanked myself free, heart hammering. “Don’t touch me. You’re just
somolly Mur
guy to me now.
Peter froze, eyes full of that sad puppy look. “You don’t mean that. I can’t be a stranger. Yeah, I screwed up, but Cindy meant nothing. It was a stupid fling. She came on to me—I said no at first. I was drunk-”
