Get Out!

Everett's face was dark with anger. He let out a cold laugh. "Who gave you permission to come in?"

 

Gianna froze, holding her purse in one hand and a breakfast box in the other. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. "Everett, just hear me out—"

 

"Get out!"

 

This woman was absolutely delusional. Just the sight of her made his skin crawl, and now she had the nerve to show up here and disgust him in person?

 

She must be tired of living.

 

"I just wanted to tell you something," Gianna said, taking a deep breath. Her seductive eyes were filled with desperate hope. "I'm divorcing your father."

 

"Perfect. That means I won't have to see you—or smell you—ever again."

 

Everett didn't hold back. Gianna's face turned an awful shade.

 

She really thought she could move him, that after all this time she'd get under his skin. But nothing had changed.

 

Not even a flicker of emotion.