Sweet PoisonChapter 2

Julian, who hadn't set foot in our kitchen in the three years we'd been married, was standing at the stove. In an apron. Making soup.

"Cassia, you have to try this! Julian's fish bisque is the best. Anytime I'm upset, he makes it for me, and it fixes everything!"

Yesterday she called me a slut. Today she was bragging about how he took care of her.

Julian just looked over, as if nothing was wrong. "You're up. Come sit."

Did he think I was joking? Or had he already made his choice?

I took a deep breath, fighting the nausea and rage, and called my new assistant. "Alex, I need breakfast. A black coffee and a croissant. My desk. Nine AM."

I turned and walked out.

I heard Zoe's complaint behind me. "I was being nice, and she's still pouting! Whatever. More for me. You made it for me anyway, right, Julian?"

On the way to the office, I called my brother. "I want a divorce." "Are you kidding me?" "No." "Did... Julian agree? He fought like hell to marry you, Cassia..." "His opinion doesn't matter," I snapped. "I'm divorcing him." "Okay. Give me a month. I'll get the paperwork started."

I threw my phone on the passenger seat and stared at the trees flashing by. This morning, I decided. I’m done, Julian. You and your sister can have each other.

After the morning meeting, Julian's assistant, Scott, delivered a massive bouquet of my favorite yellow roses.

I glanced at them and handed the vase to my new assistant. "Here. For your desk."

Julian, who was waiting in my office, saw the whole thing.

I didn't care. I pulled my black card from my wallet and tucked it into Alex’s shirt pocket. "The breakfast was perfect. A reward."

Alex just smiled and took it. "Thank you, boss."

Julian watched him leave, his face impassive. Then he cornered me, pressing me against my desk. "You know exactly how to make me angry. Is this your revenge?"