Chapter 137

Jean

“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” he asks when he notices the tear that escapes my eye. “I won’t have tears for our reunion, love.”

I quickly wipe away the tears that managed to stain my cheeks and pull away from the man I used to call my husband.

With my head still spinning, I manage to get out of work immediately with the promise that I would close the deal with the mysterious art donor.

Dante—or rather, Gavin and I find ourselves behind the safety of my apartment doors soon enough.

“Now,” I order just as the doors close behind us. “Explain yourself.”

Gavin quirks an eyebrow at me, “Quite a warm welcome, love.” I sense the sarcasm in his voice which makes me roll my eyes at him.

“When you explain yourself, I might reconsider.”

“Why are you mad at me?” he asks almost in disbelief. “When everything I did, I did for you.”

“For me?” I scoff loudly, returning the same energy and disbelief. “You left me alone for two years! Even when I asked you to come—” then shaking my he