Paisley held a manager title at Clive's company, and her office was - unsurprisingly - inside his. She honestly didn't care how important the title was or how much power it actually gave her.
In her eyes, it was just Clive being Clive - trying to keep tabs on her.
So naturally, from the get-go, she wasn't thrilled. The desk? Didn't like it. Swapped it for one she personally picked. The chair? Too bland. She replaced it with a ridiculous pink one that totally clashed with Clive's minimalist vibe.
And it didn't stop there. She ditched the green plants in favor of lilies, demanded cappuccino over whatever sad excuse of coffee they had before. After all those swaps, she honestly ran out of things to nitpick. So now? She just lay there sulking like a grumpy cat.
It sucked enough not having anything to do, but being stuck right under Clive's nose made it ten times worse.
Revenge mode: activated. During work hours, Paisley blasted her video games like it was a LAN party. Of course, she made Clive upgrade the computer setup just for this moment.
The noise? Infuriating. Right when Tiffany walked in to hand Clive a document to sign, Paisley pounced with a fresh dose of drama.
"Babe, they're bullying me! Can you finish up and come help your poor wife?"
Even Paisley mentally face-palmed herself at the pure drama. She knew she was being a drama queen and honestly, if Clive still kept cool after all this, props to him.
But Clive just sighed and told Tiffany, "Leave it here. You can go."
Tiffany glanced at Paisley and, probably used to the circus by now, quietly made her exit.
Once she was out, Paisley slid back to her seat, game ready - until the internet cable got yanked.
"Mrs. Harrington, I brought you in to work, not to mess around and pick fights with my assistant," Clive said, frowning hard.
Oh? Hit a nerve?
Paisley's lips tugged up into a smirk. "What, upset now? If you care so much about your precious ex-crush, maybe we should just get a divorce. That way, I won't be around to bully her anymore."
That was it. Clive finally realized - this whole thing? She'd been baiting him.
Divorce? As if.
She stepped through the Harrington doors - no way he was gonna just let her walk out.
He reached out, lifting her chin, eyes narrowing as he looked right into her. It was intense - like pee-your-pants intense.
"There's no divorce in my world. Only death. You sure you want to push it?"
Paisley's eyes widened slightly. Dang, that was close. And sure, he looked good up close - fine. But threatening your wife? Seriously? Waste of a handsome face.
Game officially ruined.
Plus, Clive was basically leaning his whole body over hers - way too much closeness. That look on his face? In their past life, it always led to sex. Fast, hard, against-the-wall kind of sex.
And now, with him leaning over her like that, it was giving major déjà vu. They were still legally married... and dangerously close to relapsing.
Next thing, she shoved him away and stormed off to the bathroom.
Only when she got in there did it hit her - what was she running from? Why was she still chickening out like before?
So what if Clive didn't want a divorce? That just meant she could use the Mrs. Harrington title however she pleased.
After all, he's the one refusing to let go. Not her.
