So, he relaxed his hold on the door, allowing Hailey to step inside. Walking over to the liquor cabinet, he fetched a bottle of red wine, poured it into a glass, and casually took a sip. Like a snake, Hailey slithered closer, grabbing a wine glass and pouring herself a serving.

"Say it, what do you want?" he asked.

"I want you to divorce Sam and marry me," she declared.

"Anything but that," he retorted.

"Well then, you don’t have to divorce her. But I want you to hold a wedding ceremony with me," she said.

"Hailey,"

Kent’s eyes narrowed dangerously at this. Though his calling of her name was...