What it is about
Three years ago, I used every trick in the book to get Sebastian Sterling to marry me.
Three years later, his first love returned to the country, and I calmly demanded a divorce at his family’s annual gala.
Looking at the guests around the table—some pitying me, others gloating—I elegantly wiped away a tear that didn’t even exist.
Nobody knew that this entire marriage had been a chess game I carefully designed from the very beginning.
When the lawyer handed over the divorce papers, I looked at the final signature on the stock transfer agreement.
