Speaking of the devil, my soon-to-be ex husband was calling. Pressing my lips tightly into a thin line, I pressed the answer button none too gently. However, before I could express the bubbling rage within me, someone spoke before I could. A female voice! The realization made my forehead scrunched in confusion.
“Why are you calling my boyfriend! Are you one of his obsessed stalkers?” A woman's complaining voice pierced my ears. I inched the phone away from my ears to save my eardrum from her sharp tongue.
Who the hell am I talking to? I asked myself, wondering if she called the wrong number. I glanced back at my phone screen and saw Grey's number flashing right in front of my eyes. Definitely, she hadn't called the wrong number. I thought to myself in growing irritation.
This is not good! My brain warned me. When Grey is involved, nothing good comes out of it.
“May I know who I'm speaking to?” I asked politely despite the urge to scream in her ears too.