No more seeing the ex.

I was just a struggling guy, and the only reason a rich heiress like Seraphina Vance would ever give me the time of day was because I had a face that perfectly mirrored the man she truly wanted.

In private, Seraphina would call me 'husband.'

In public, they'd mock me as her stand-in, her cheap knock-off. And she? She'd just stay silent.

I didn't care about any of that.

Not until the kidnappers made her choose between us, and she didn't hesitate to pick him.

A bitter, desolate laugh escaped me. I pressed my chest against the barrel of the thug's gun, an act of defiant surrender, and…