Allyson's POV
Walking into Michael's office, I never expected to witness what unfolded before me.
Snow pressed against him, her mouth seeking his in what looked like a desperate kiss.
Michael's reaction was immediate and violent. He shoved her back with such force that she stumbled, his face twisted in disgust and rage.
Both of them whipped around when they heard my entrance.
My pulse hammered against my throat. This wasn't jealousy consuming me, not exactly.
I witnessed how he recoiled from her touch, saw the revulsion blazing in his dark eyes, watched his entire body language scream rejection. Even so, catching them in that intimate moment sent a sharp pain through my chest.
But Snow wouldn't get the pleasure of watching me crumble. Not today, not ever.
Michael and I had fought too hard to reach this place of healing and trust. His ex-wife's desperate theatrics wouldn't destroy what we'd rebuilt from the ashes.
