"Babe, if you call me that, I'll spill the beans," Grayson said playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I pretended to walk away, raising an eyebrow skeptically. But Grayson couldn't let me leave that easily. He laughed and caught my arm before I could get too far.
"Okay, okay," he said, still chuckling. "No need to go. I'll tell you everything."
I stopped and gave him an expectant look. Finally, he revealed the truth.
"It's Veronica."
I stood still, my brain struggling to make sense of his words.
Grayson had planned this whole thing?
He'd instructed his assistant to slip the divorce papers into the stack of documents Sean was about to sign, hoping to catch him unaware. Sean, preoccupied with work, hadn't even noticed and signed everything without hesitation.