Chapter 5

Just then, someone opened the door.

Sasha stormed in, her carefully crafted appearance now a mess. Her makeup was smeared, her hair disheveled, and tears streaked down her face. When she saw Zachary and me facing off, she let out a shrill scream and rushed at me.

"Whitney! You evil bitch! What else do you want to do to Zachary?" she shrieked and glared at me, positioning herself protectively in front of him.

I couldn't help but laugh as I looked at her.

"Good timing, Sasha," I said, tilting my chin toward the divorce papers scattered on the floor. "Take…