I was flustered when I saw his name. I wasn’t going to pick it up, but my finger slipped and I hit the answer button.

“What took you so long?”

I rolled my eyes at his commanding tone.

Getting no answer, he asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing…”

“You don’t sound happy hearing my voice,” he said.

“Should I be happy?” I asked. Happy that he finally thought of me? Come on.

He said, dissatisfied, "I haven’t heard from you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know I was back.”

“Hey, did you check your phone? Don’t assume it’s my fault, alright? Also, why should I keep calling you? People gossip about divorced women all the time. You should stay away from me, shouldn’t you?”

I caught myself sounding upset because he hadn’t called me. Just as I wanted to explain, he hung up.

What the hell was wrong with this man? Why did he have to hang up on me all the time?

I nearly threw my phone away. How could he not even say goodbye?

Two days later, Ryan returned to the office. I almost couldn’t r