NIXIE’S POV

"Let go of my arm, Liam!" I shouted, pulling back with all my strength.

"You are still my wife!" Liam hissed, tightening his grip on my wrist. "You owe me!"

"I owe you absolutely nothing!" I screamed right in his face. "We signed the divorce papers two years ago! The judge stamped them! You are not my freaking husband!"

"A piece of paper doesn't mean anything to me," Liam growled, stepping closer. He smelled like alcohol. "You are wearing designer clothes while I am drowning in debt. You are going to give me my cut, Nixie."

"I will give you nothing," I said coldly.

I stopped pulling away....