My marriage was a sham. A cruel, twisted joke. And now, my husband… he's married to someone else.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I was heading to a government records office to get some personal documents for an international design competition I was participating in.

I took the form from the window, reviewed it, and corrected,

"Excuse me, my marital status is wrong. I'm married, not divorced."

My husband, Julian Thorne, was known throughout the city's most powerful circles as the 'mad scion.'

His possessiveness was legendary; if I ever wanted to leave, he'd never allow it.

But the clerk, after double-checking multiple times, stated with absolute certainty