Chapter Thirty-five

“I’m warning you, Luke. Stop this madness before you dig yourself a deeper hole.” Henry’s voice was sharp; his eyes narrowed as he set his whiskey glass on the table with a deliberate clink. Luke leaned back, his arms crossed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Madness? Is it madness to fight for the woman I love?” Henry groaned, rubbing his temples with a frustrated sigh. “The woman you loved? She’s moved on, Luke. She divorced you. She’s happy without you now.” He paused, leaning closer. “Hell, you signed the damn papers.” Luke’s jaw clenched. His green eyes glimmered with anger and determination. “That was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking clearly then.” Henry raised a brow, his skepticism palpable. “Oh, you weren’t thinking clearly? You mean while you were chasing Katie Hoffman around like a lovesick teenager?” The words hit Luke like a punch, and he grimaced, his fists tightening on his knees. He snorted softly and took a sip of his drink, the amber liquid