Married to My Ex’s Billionaire Twin

Maya’s POVIf someone had told me this morning that my life would come crashing down by sunset, I would have laughed and gone back to balancing spreadsheets. Instead, I was standing outside my boyfriend’s apartment with a bag of takeout in my hands and a smile plastered on my face.The elevator doors slid open on the tenth floor and I adjusted the strap of my handbag and glanced at my reflection in the polished metal. My dark brown curls were pinned neatly behind my ears and the teal blouse I wore was slightly wrinkled from sitting at my desk all day, otherwise I looked presentable. Not that Jason cared about things like that though. I’d like to think he didn’t, anyway.We had been together for three years and tonight was really important to us. I felt a smile play at my lips as I reminisced on all the memories we’d created together. Jason was a super green flag and he worked so hard.He had texted me earlier that afternoon to come over at 8pm as we had something to talk about. This w

Maya’s POVI don’t remember how I got out of Jason’s apartment.One moment, Mila’s words were slicing through me like a knife and the next I was in my car. I was all alone and breathing felt like a hard task right now. The city lights blurred through my tears as I drove aimlessly through the streets. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I replayed all that happened.“You were never even as good as an option.” The words echoed endlessly in my head.No matter how much I tried to block out the thoughts, I could not. Maybe because a part of me had spent my entire life hearing the same thing in different forms. I wasn’t good enough, not beautiful enough, not special enough. I was never chosen.A sob escaped my throat and I quickly wiped my tears and tried to focus on the road. Those people didn’t deserve my tears. All I thought about was the three years I spent loving that fool. My chest ached so badly.By the time I pulled into the driveway of my mother’s house, I had cried mys

Maya’s POVFor some reason, my heart wouldn’t stop beating so fast. Maybe it was the way Anthony looked at me like I was some goddess or maybe it was because I wasn’t thinking of Jason. Either way, it felt dangerously good.“Just one drink?” I asked.Anthony leaned back in his chair. “Unless you’re planning to make me earn a second.”A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. The smile that followed transformed his entire face. Dear lord! It should be illegal to look this hot. A waitress brought our drinks and Anthony thanked her before turning his attention back to me.“So,” he began.I took a sip. “So?”“What happened?” I froze. There it was. The one question everyone would eventually ask. Anthony wasn’t smiling anymore, but he wasn’t pushing either. He simply looked curious. I stared at my glass and the drink stared back at me, swirling softly. For a moment, I considered lying. What was wrong to say I was stressed from work and needed air. That was simple. Instead, I surprised mys