Chapter 48

"You can drop the holier-than-thou act," I said, unable to hold back my sarcasm. "We're divorced. What I do is none of your business." Yvonne's expression darkened, but I didn't flinch. Once upon a time, I would've bent over backward to keep her happy. I'd pluck the stars from the sky if she so much as frowned. And what did that get me? Betrayal. I had no patience left for her games or her guilt-tripping. "Jonas, could you grab a change of clothes for me?" I asked, keeping my voice light. Jonas and I had been a team for so long that we had developed a rhythm. Even though he was just a kid, he always found small ways to help out, like carrying clothes or tidying up. "Got it, Daddy. Hold on!" His cheeks flushed with excitement at being asked, and he eagerly turned to head to the room. Before he could take two steps, Xavier appeared out of nowhere, holding the very clothes I was asking for. "Are these yours?" he asked coolly, sounding more like a little CEO than a child.