months

ooked smaller t

ian's penthouse in the heart of the city and felt abso

. He didn't even have the decency to look at me. Just

o get my thing

y in boxes. I had th

ldn't even let me hav

made with different sheets pink, silky ones that defi

living h

clenched

ian's calle

we

ere to tal

resser, pictures of us from when things w

o sign the di

ried, Adrian. What do y

ready filed and technically, we'

around.

udacity to l

e wedding. It was eas

icate without telling me?" My

pulled out a folder

at him in

ndo downtown and a hundred thous

an, your family's net worth is eight billion

ationship," he said coldly. "No income. No

s hit li

job for you,"

us on being your wife, on hosting dinners and c

always too awkward, too quiet. Melissa can work a room in

g in me

whispered. "If I was so terr

is expression shifted

loved you," he said

g everything will be good and spends the re

I made it out o

truck. My whole life, reduced to eig

efore Adrian, the one he'd always been emba

nd dollars. The co

. Should take th

thing st

nd searched: Adrian Cas

ult made my b

unces Engagement to

ths. We'd been married for three months, and

t scr

las. Smiling. Holding hands.

n used to

d just been convenient. A place

one b

er: Are you

row

o is

ing Adrian Castellan regret every second of the way he treate

art p

ould you

ant him destroyed. And because you deserve

:Don't

ended with

t it for a

anger who somehow knew about m

ain. At Adrian's cold, dismissive signatur

my de