Chapter 1

When Angeline Stone showed up with some guy to take me home from the hospital, I hid the divorce papers. I'd forgotten the last ten years of my life, but I still recognized the handwriting on that agreement. It was mine.

The date at the bottom was from just yesterday.

"Caleb, will you drop dead if you don't act out for even a day? Pull this again one more time, and I'm done with you. I mean it!"

Angeline leaned against the car window as she looked at me. Ten years had ultimately left their mark on her face, but one thing hadn't changed—how much she despised me.

The guy next to her was pretty handsome, and there was something vaguely familiar about him.

"Angie, don't be so hard on Mr. Gray," he said. "He just got into a car crash and lost his memory. He needs plenty of rest."

Angeline let out a sharp, mocking laugh, disdain flickering in her eyes. "Lost his memory? Please. This is just another one of his games. After all these years, he hasn't grown one bit."

She yanked open the back door. "Well? Get in the car. What are you standing there like an idiot for?"

If she'd said something that cold and contemptuous to someone else, they might not have argued, but they would at least have the self-respect to turn around and walk away.

Me? I just grinned and pulled open the front passenger door, sliding in. I said cheerily, "Don't rush me, darling. I'm sitting up here."

Angeline's brows drew together, like she was about to snap at me again.

I grabbed her hand and played the shameless fool. "If you don't let me ride shotgun, I'll act like a total lunatic in front of everyone. When that happens, you're the one who's gonna be embarrassed, not me."

Ten years ago, this was exactly how I'd pestered Angeline.

When she told me to stay away from her, I stopped wrapping an arm around her waist and settled for just holding her hand instead. When she told me to quit following her around, I started popping up here and there, acting like we'd run into each other by accident. When she told me to go left, I went right.

Sure, I'd been her simp for years, but at least I'd still managed to make her my wife after ten years. On top of that…

I sneaked a look at the strip of brown on her wrist peeking out from under her sleeve. I couldn't help the satisfied smile that tugged at my lips.

Capricorns were supposed to be straight-laced on the surface and slow to warm up. I'd looked it up.

Sure enough, Angeline's eyes turned dark and complicated as she stared at me, her expression shifting over and over. After a long moment, she looked away and turned to the man beside her. "Sorry, but I'm gonna have to stick you in the backseat."

A flash of hurt crossed the man's face, but he put on a gracious smile. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

Once the two of them had worked things out, I buckled my seatbelt and rubbed my stomach. "Darling, let's go get something to eat. The food at the hospital was disgusting. I'm starving!"

Angeline came up with no fewer than ten excuses to say no, but in the end, she still drove us to a restaurant because I refused to back down.

The owner, Mr. Brown, knew me. Before I turned 20, I'd dragged Angeline here for meals all the time.

"Caleb? Angeline? I haven't seen you two in almost ten years. Look at you two, all grown up now!" Mr. Brown exclaimed.