"Henley, did you come back for..."

Her words faltered at the sight of Mitchel, whom she never expected after their last words.

Defenseless, she blanked out, her instinct to slam the door.

Bang! She put all her might into slamming the door, yet the door wouldn't budge.

Fear washed over Raegan's face, draining it of color.

With a mad grip, Mitchel kept the door from closing. His hand bore the brunt, the impact leaving bruises behind, stark against the delicate skin, appearing alarmingly vivid.

“Have you lost your mind?"

Lifting her gaze, Raegan collided with a set of dark, brooding eyes filled with bitterness.

Mitchel's expression was accusing, as if he'd caught her in an act of betrayal.

His look was so intense that Raegan became wary.

“What are you..."

The door swung open again.

Without a word, Mitchel barged in, pinning her against the door, his face wild, like a predator poised to strike. Gripping her chin harshly, he demanded, “Did you sleep with him?"

Raegan, taken aback, had a flash of realization.

“Have you been following me?"

Anger flashed in Mitchel's reddening eyes as he forced out each word, “Answer me."

Her patience fraying, Raegan lashed out, “Have you lost your senses?

Haven't I made myself clear today? We're divorced. My life is no longer your concern. You are nothing but my ex-husband!"

"It's none of my concern?"

Mitchel's mind was in a mess.