Chapter 392

The winter sun cast its light over the three of them. Chloe Grace looked into William Turner’s cold, judging eyes, and her heart sank like a stone. Her voice was quiet, shaky. “William, stop making things up. I’m here because…” But all her pain—the humiliation of loving someone who didn’t love her back, the heartbreak of what she’d seen—came flooding out in one furious breath. “Oh, so I'm just acting on impulse?” William’s sneer was laced with venom. “Seriously, Chloe? Couldn’t even wait till we’re officially divorced? At least have the decency to hold off ‘til after the paperwork before throwing yourself into someone else’s arms. Would’ve been the bare minimum respect to our marriage.” ... Impulse. Desperate. Next guy. His words were like poison. Chloe lowered her gaze, voice barely above a whisper. “Is that really what you think of me?” William let out a mirthless laugh. “What else am I supposed to think? What were you two doing?” Mason Shaw opened his mouth to say something, but Chl