His fury slithered up my spine like a damp, venomous snake, coiling tighter with every breath, suffocating.

Yes, this was Diego. Once he made up his mind, there was never room for anyone else’s voice.

Not when he decided to marry me.

Not now, falling for his new secretary.

I should’ve seen it coming. Leaving him was no longer a matter of if but when.

I lifted my chin and smiled calmly.

“Diego, let’s get a divorce.”