“Fuck, Erica! What are you? What are you doing to me?” This was the question that had been in my head ever since she left my office this morning.

I have not seen any woman carry herself the way my ex wife does. Why did I not see all of this in her before?

How did I let her go?

I pushed the things on my desk to the ground and caused things to shatter.

“Erica belongs to me!” If there was any time I had regretted signing the divorce then it was now. I have regretted letting her go all this time but this time, seeing her with Lorenzo...