Chapter 115

As Steven pulled into Sandra's driveway, he smiled ruefully at the exquisite apartment she had bought with the proceeds from their divorce. At least one of them had gotten something out of the marriage. This was the last place in the world he wanted to be but his Marie was unhappy and he had to fix it. Mustering the last modicum of strength and patience he had, he alighted from the car and rang the doorbell. Sandra wrapped him in a tight hug before he could say a word. Hands by his side, he tried to extricate himself while upholding the fake smile on his face.

“Well, hello there. You're a sight for sore eyes. The billionaire himself, darkening my doorstep.” She said,

“Hello, Sandra.”

“Please, do come in.” She said, stepping aside for him to enter.

He hesitated for a moment because not only did he not want to, she was dressed in a very sheer and short nightwear that left little to the imagination.

“Come on, Steven. We can't have a conversation on the doorstep you know. “

“Right.” He s