Elena's POV
"Who was that?" Minnie asked as she sank into the green couch.
"Lexie," I answered curtly, sliding my phone into my pocket. That woman was completely unhinged, but I wouldn't let her get under my skin.
"Oh, you got your phone back."
"Yeah." I filled Minnie in on Dorian and Lexie's unexpected visit.
"That's insane," Minnie said, folding one leg over the other. "Why would your baby daddy drag his wife over here to apologize?"
My pulse stuttered at those words. I clenched my jaw, face twisting.
"Don't call him that! No one knows."
"And no one's listening," Minnie shrugged. "Why are you so wound up?"
"Because," I pressed my lips together, "it's messy."
Minnie arched an eyebrow. "Is it really?"
I scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Minnie scooted forward, eyes dancing with mischief, "it's not messy at all. He dragged his wife here to grovel, stationed bodyguards to watch over you."
