30 Days to Divorce My Billionaire Husband

(Mia)Across the restaurant, less than ten feet away, I see him.Calder Wynn.My husband.He sits opposite a blonde woman.She is smiling, leaning toward him as she speaks, her fingers brushing lightly against his sleeve.Calder doesn’t pull away.My fingers tighten around my wine glass.She tilts her head when she laughs, the soft blue dress clings to her snatched waist.It’s as if someone has taken my sister, Yara’s, image and recreated her on purpose.Blue has always been Yara’s favorite color.I look away before he sees me staring. This is so embarrassing.Three years ago, Calder was supposed to marry my sister.On the wedding week, she vanished.The alliance with the Vincent family and the Wynn family, built on years of negotiations, was suddenly at risk.So, I became the replacement bride.I’d crushed on Calder Wynn as a teenager.I envied my sister who always seemed to get the perfect everything just land in her lap.This time it was my turn. But I never got the marriage I drea

(Calder)Mia is barefoot, her shoes abandoned somewhere near the sofa.I hear her laugh over the music. I’ve never come home to loud pop music before.I step into the soft lighting of the dimmed downlights in the living area.A wineglass hangs loosely from her fingers, tilted at a dangerous angle.She sways with the music… not gracefully… just enough to keep herself upright by the looks of it.“Mia,” I say.She doesn’t hear me. Or she’s ignoring me because I’m late and clearly, she had prepared dinner.“Mia.”She turns again, eyes unfocused as they search the room. For a moment, her gaze slides past me.I step forward again.Her eyes find me properly this time. Recognition settles in, followed by surprise—then something else.Relief, maybe. Or disbelief.“You’re really here,” she says.It isn’t a question.“Yes,” I reply.She stares at me for a long second, as if confirming I won’t disappear if she blinks.“I thought you’d changed your mind... about… you know..”“Work emergency. I sho

(Calder)Flashbulbs flare. The red carpet awaits.I step out of the limousine and go around to open the other door.The media pause and wait. They want to see who I’m with tonight. They are hoping it’s someone other than my wife.That finally I am ending speculation on my private life by bringing someone else to a public event.I open the door and hold out my hand.Her hand takes mine and I stand steady while she comes out of the car. She smiles at me and her eyes sparkle behind her glasses.Normally, we’d just walk in and go our separate ways until the eating dinner part. But tonight, she won’t leave my side for very long.The questions fire and I choose to ignore them all. I do take the opportunity to stop along the way for some shots.Mia looks a little camera-shy, but she takes her place beside me perfectly.The sky-blue gown molds to her figure like it was made for her.The diamonds at her throat catch the light every time she moves.Her hair is pinned up tonight, exposing the el

(Calder)The second her lips parted under mine, I knew I’d miscalculated.The kiss was supposed to look real.It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.For several long seconds, I forgot the world was watching.That never happens.By the time I remembered, my body was already ahead of my brain.I angle us toward the cameras and force control back into the moment.“Well… that was… something,” Mia says for my ears only.I shouldn’t be thinking about how easily she answered my need.Her hand slides dangerously high on my thigh. She knows exactly what she’s doing.The head of the Wynn Property Development board claps me on the shoulder.“Good recovery tonight, Wynn. The market prefers relationship stability.”I smile and shake his hand and we make our way into the silent auction.After a couple of hours with that kiss still burning on my lips and in my brain, we are finally waiting for the limousine in the valet area.The driver opens the limousine door. Mia slides in first. I follow.The pri

“Then what… exactly… happened? Did you consummate your marriage after three years or not?”I rub my face. “He pinned me against the wall when we got home.”“He WHAT? Holy hotness, did you climb him like a tree?”“And then he stopped,” I admit.“You’re kidding?” Lena frowns.“I wish I was.”She sits up straighter on screen. “Why did he cockblock you this time?”“He doesn’t want to do it to prove anything. He wants it to be more… natural.” I recount what Calder said.Her mouth falls open. “Fuck, this man is worse than a protective brother.”“He thinks I’ll fall in love and get hurt.”“And will you?”I hesitate.“I don’t want to sleep with him just to say we did,” I admit. “If we just check the box, the rest of the month gets awkward.”“You’re married. You don’t have to feel awkward.”She studies me through the screen.“So what’s the plan?”“I’m going to see what he does next.”“And if he keeps resisting? You know you just have to rip that band-aid off,” Lena says.I tilt my head. “I mig