Chapter Eighty

Valerie stood straighter, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared over at her ex-husband. “I don’t care how serious you are, Brent. I’m even more serious. There’s no way I’ll return to the way things were, and I know you haven’t changed.”

“And how do you know that? You haven’t been around me.” He stood straighter. “Hell, you won’t even talk to me, so there’s no way you could know anything about me.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “We haven’t been apart that long. There’s no way you’ve changed that much in such a short amount of time.” She sat down in her chair, snatching at her briefcase and setting it on the floor beside her. “Now, I really do need to get ready for my first class.” She pointed to the door to her office. “I’m sorry you wasted a trip. Now, please see your way out.”

He stared at her, and she refused to look away. There was no way she would return to him. None. And he needed to get that through his head.

“Who is he?”

She cocked a brow at him. “Who is who?”

“Who is th