“It’s correct,” she said flatly. “You and Mr. Gallardo divorced four years ago. That same day, he remarried. Why? Did you just bump into a wall or something? Women these days. Tsk.”
My chest tightened.
“T-that’s not possible. You’re making a mistake.”
She shook her head and raised her brow. “No mistake. His current wife is Shannon Eastman. Do you know her?”
Do I know her?
I think something inside me just… snapped.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I know her.”
God, I knew her too well.
Seven years ago, she tried to ruin my wedding. Screaming, crying, throwing herself at Felix like a lunatic. He didn’t even blink. Just told his men, “Get this bitch out of my sight.” Twenty bodyguards dragged her away while I stood there shaking in my dress.
Four years ago, she broke into his office and stripped naked on his desk. Said she’d do anything for him. Anything.
Felix didn’t even look at her. Just picked up the phone and said, “Police. Now. There’s a fucking problem in my office.”
She got locked up for fifty days.
Five years ago…
My hand started aching like it remembered before I did. She came into my office like a storm. No warning. No logic. Just rage.