Chapter 7
James Moretti’s fingers trembled as they traced the embossed seal on the divorce papers.
Vicky’s hand landed on his shoulder. “James, it’s just some college girl’s tantrum. She’ll come crawling-”
“I have a wife.” the words tore from his throat like gunfire. He shoved her away, the movement sending a crystal vase shattering to the floor. Glass shards skittered across marble like the broken pieces of his marriage.
The air slapped his face as he burst outside. His Mercedes roared to life, the steering wheel vibrating under his white-knuckled
grip.
The university gates loomed before him. James stalked past clusters of laughing students, their backpacks heavy with textbooks and futures. He realized with a sickening lurch that he didn’t know which room was Sophia’s lab. Didn’t know her advisor’s name. Had never once asked about her research.
