Chapter 15: CHAPTER FIFTEEN

TRISHA'S POV For a few seconds, all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat pounding against my chest. The shock of seeing Oliver standing at my door froze me completely, my hand still gripping the doorknob. Hendrix’s voice broke through the silence, low and tense. “Trish… who is this?” I swallowed hard as my throat dried up. “Oliver,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving his face. “My ex-husband.” Oliver smirked faintly, that same arrogant curve of his lips that...