Chapter 27

Ronald raised his hand and grabbed the back of my neck, his gaze ice-cold as it locked on mine. His voice was low and full of warning. "You’re the one who’s messed up. Want a divorce and still provoking me? Don't you get it? Guys don’t like being pushed." His warm breath hit my cheek. I stared at his perfectly handsome face drawn tight with frustration. "Who provoked you? You started cursing me first—I was just being polite and giving it back." "And besides, did what I say really get under your skin that much?" In our past life, unless I pissed him off by refusing to divorce him, he couldn't care less about me. He didn’t even bother arguing. Come on, I just said he couldn’t have me. How’s that supposed to be that big of a deal? His face stayed blank, no emotion showing, but his words got darker, each one heavier than the last. "You suddenly flip your personality, start shouting about divorce, telling everyone I’m no good. Now you're saying I can't touch you? One thing after another. If