He walked to his car, glanced back once more, then drove away.
Only when the sound of his engine faded completely did Mia release the breath she’d been holding.
Her shoulders sagged for half a second—then she straightened, bracing herself.
She turned and walked toward the dark vehicle.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. When she reached the passenger side, her hands were trembling so badly she had to grip the door handle twice before pulling it open.
Unlocked.
She slid inside quickly and shut the door with careful, quiet precision, as if any noise might set something off.
The air inside the car was suffocating—thick with tension, with unspoken rage.
“Mr. Sinclair…” she murmured, her voice low, tight.
She didn’t look at him.
“How did you find out where I work?”
“I have my ways.”
James’s voice was grim, tight—strained by emotion he wasn’t bothering to hide. He turned his head toward her.
His eyes pierced into her profile, sharp and burning.
“You don’t look very pleased to see me,” he said coldly. “Clearly—you will smile at every other man except me.”
Mia’s shoulders stiffened again. Her throat tightened, her jaw clenching as she stared straight ahead.
“Just now…” she whispered, barely audible. “You… you saw it?”
James’s expression darkened instantly. His eyes narrowed, something dangerous flashing through them.
“Was that something I shouldn’t have seen?” he asked, his voice dripping venom. “What were you talking about with him? About your new married life?”
Each word landed like a strike.
“Is he your new husband?” His lips curled. “Are you that anxious to have another man?”
She didn’t answer.
She didn’t even turn toward him.
And her silence only pushed him further over the edge.
His breathing grew rougher, uneven. His chest rose and fell violently as his control unraveled.
“Did you agree to marry him?” he demanded, disgust twisting his face. “Did you divorce me for him?”
He spat the last word like it tasted foul.
“Are you so fucking desperate to run away from me?” His voice rose, shaking. “You want to be with him?!”
Still—nothing.
Mia remained motionless, eyes fixed on the windshield.
