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THEODORE'S POV

“I think you gotta pull up your socks and level up your game if you wanna win.” I looked up from my laptop screen as Rebecca barged into my office like it was her own. Fronwing, I didn't understand what she was talking about. She placed a takeout bag on my desk before taking her seat across from me. “Your ex-wife seems to be enjoying the company of others. What I'm seeing is that it will only take a few days before someone else flies away with her. And you'll be left gawking.”

“What the hell do you mean?” I hissed as my hold on the pen tightened. No one can take Alina away from me. No one.

“I saw Alina out today with Elliot. Alone.”

“What?” I snapped, standing up from my position.

“Take a chill pill and sit down first.” I did as she said before glaring at her.

“Now can you elaborate?”

“You know Elliot, the guy from the restaurant who your were itching to kill, my friend, a fellow model, handsome, rich—”

“I remember who he is,” I cut her off not wanting to hear mo