I hate this feeling

~Camila’s POV~

It was only after I screamed at Chris and Mark I noticed my husband’s face was full of regret. I mean, my ex-husband, but why? Why does he feel bad about what he did? That is precisely what he wanted.

Why would he need to bring along a buddy when he divorces me? Wow, Chris is awe-inspiring! Mark was pity-stricken for me, as he continued to look at me. Why? This is what I did to my pathetic self. My relationship with this scumbag should have been over months ago. In this marriage, he has been nothing more than a whore. There were a million reasons for me to divorce this dickhead. But I didn’t, my body suddenly started freezing. I was brutally cold. I didn’t like the woman I was becoming. I didn’t like the woman this divorce had made me. Mark left, but the bumbling moron stayed. As my hands lay on top of my work desk, I squeezed my fingers together and then pressed my head on top of them. I grinned. I’m not sure why, but I smiled and extended my hand toward the fucking ne