Scarlett POV
“An apology?”
I almost laughed.
The words didn’t even sound real coming out of his mouth.
My ex-husband showing up out of nowhere to say he was sorry?
For what?
Existing in the same zip code as me was already more than I wanted from him.
The best apology he could give was simple: stay the hell out of my life.
He clearly hadn’t gotten the memo.
Or he had and just didn’t care.
I stared at him and seriously considered how good it would feel to stuff him into the nearest trash can and have him hauled off with the rest of the hazardous waste.
My world would be so much quieter.
“Yeah,” he said, voice steady.
“An apology.”
The seriousness in his tone made my stomach turn.
Of all the places to pull this stunt—right outside my office at quitting time, wi
