Chapter 122

Damon stared at his phone the moment Sloane disconnected. Her last words, I regret not divorcing you sooner, hit him like a punch straight to the chest. Before he even registered the anger rising in him, his hand moved on its own. The phone flew from his grip, smashing against the marble floor with a sharp crack. Plastic and glass shards scattered across the office. The secretary outside flinched. Damon stood frozen, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles blanched. The veins on his forehead pulsed like they would burst any second. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. This was not the script. When he’d gone to file for mate dissolution, all he’d been thinking that was another ploy for attention. Sloane needed it for validation. But the very moment she stepped out of his life, the truth punched him in the face. His once-smooth, luxurious life turned to chaos overnight. Laundry piled up. Meals tasted like cardboard without someone fussing at him. The house was strangely silent, too