Sage turned around. “Who gave you permission to throw that away? Pick it back up!”

The receptionist wasn’t afraid of her. “Why waste time on that? Mr. Holcomb’s not gonna read it anyway. He’s told us to throw everything that you’ve left here for him!”

In the past, Sage worried that Ian would push himself too hard. She would always drop by and deliver little trinkets and snacks to help him destress. She’d even written him letters to convey her feelings to him.

So, this was how he’d treated her care and concern. Even a mere receptionist dared to do whatever she wanted with the things Sage had left!

Sage glared at the receptionist. “Regardless of whether Ian looks at the things I bring, you still don’t have the right to throw them away. Now, pick the envelope up!”

The receptionist curled her lip, saying scornfully, “Fine. What’s the point of pretending to be the president’s wife when you’re just clinging to him like the sorry woman you are?”

“You—”

going on

when a man’s stern voice rang out. She turned to see

past, Sage’s heart would always race, and she would blush when she saw him. She would

Terry greeted

the past. From beginning to end, Ian had never acknowledged her as his

Terry didn’t know what Sage was thinking. He repeated

Holcomb instructed us not to accept anything that Mrs. Holcomb brought, but

snarled, “Who gave you the right to boss

said truthfully, “I did nothing of the sort, and I didn’t force her

“You’re the one in the wrong, yet you keep trying

the whole truth before deciding that she was in the wrong. It was no wonder the receptionist had the nerve to frame her. She supposed that in Ian’s eyes, she had and always would be a horrendous

to explain any further. She smiled faintly. “You won’t need to bear with me for much

and continued, “I’ve drawn up a divorce agreement. Let’s go get the divorce settled

heard this, he surreptitiously waved the receptionist away

why I came to

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