Scarlett POV
After hanging up, I turned my attention back to work.
It took every ounce of effort I had, but I finally finished all the urgent tasks before the end of the day.
I clocked out on time and headed home to pack.
I’d underestimated how long it would take.
I didn’t even own that much stuff, yet sorting through everything was turning into an entire project.
By the time I’d packed about half my things, I was ready to give up.
I left the rest for the weekend.
Since my ex-husband had finally stopped camping out at my place, there was no reason to rush back to the Hale family estate. I could take my time.
Then Regina called.
“Scarlett, it’s getting late. Why aren’t you here yet?”
“Regina, I’ll come this weekend.” I stretched out on my bed and rolled over comfortably.
