Since that day, his PR team made it a point to leak our divorce status to the social pages every single time Paula returned. They painted Paula as his innocent, destined muse, and me as the delusional, clinging woman who was obsessed with his wealth.
But this time, his threats meant nothing.
“You don't have to worry,” I said, walking past him without a second glance. “I have zero interest in interrupting your time with Paula. You two deserve each other.”
He frowned, his eyes narrowing as he tried to read my face. He was clearly unsettled by my lack of tears, but his massive ego quickly covered it up.
“Just make sure you're back by the second week of next month,” he ordered. “We have a wedding to schedule.”
I didn't turn around, but a quiet, genuine smile broke across my face.
“Okay,” I whispered to the empty air.
Because the second week of next month was exactly when my one-way flight was scheduled to take off. And Brandon would never find me again.