Chapter 91

Ronald brought me straight into Nicholas’s office—good soundproofing and no one around. He slammed a photo down on the desk, fingers clenched tight. His lips curled in a mocking smirk, cold as ever. "Isabella, are you that desperate to get divorced? Planning to sue me for cheating with this kind of photo?" I glanced at the picture. It was that misaligned kissing shot of him and Grace. I’d only sent that photo to Joshua and Ethan Morgan. Lifting my brows, I looked at Ronald. He had gauze on his head, and though his face was still striking, it was pale. His expression? Stormy. The guy was seething, eyes locked on me like I was the thief who stole his thunder. Clearly, the mention of Grace freaked him out enough that he didn’t even want this talked about in my office—too many ears, not enough walls. "If you were willing to talk divorce properly, I wouldn’t have had to go this route. But tell me, where’d you get this photo from? Ethan Morgan, right?" “Ethan Morgan?” Ronald’s brows drew tog