Chapter 1

When Cameron Jensen came home, I was taking paroxetine for depression.Since Rowena Sherman came into the picture, my marriage with Cameron had become suffocating, and it had led me into moderate depression.Cameron came over, snatched my pills, and threw them in the trash. "You're popping pills every time I get home. Can't you cut the pathetic act?"He pulled out a bouquet and tossed it at my feet. "Rowena got this for you. I asked her how I should punish you so she'd stop being mad, but she's too kind. She said she'll let it slide as long as you apologize."I stared at the half-dead bouquet on the table. I sniffed, and the stench of rotting stems hit me.Three days ago, Rowena had posted this same bouquet online with the caption, "Fresh flowers and a man to make for a perfect afternoon!"Those painful memories came rushing back. I grabbed a paring knife to peel an apple, hoping to take my mind off things. "I don't want anything from her. It's gross."Cameron scowled, sounding

Chapter 2

I was drying my hair with the blow dryer in my left hand when Cameron's words made me pause. I gave a wry smile.Why didn't I iron his suit?I used to make sure I pressed his suits the night before, every single day. But the second he dragged me out of the car, I knew what I had to do. Once I was back to normal, I set his contact to "Do Not Disturb."I blinked and brushed it off with an excuse. "My hand's hurting, so I can't check my messages."Cameron glanced at my bandaged right hand, and I saw something strange flicker in his eyes.He tossed a tube of ointment at me. "The doctor said this really helps with stopping the bleeding."I grabbed the ointment, gave it a quick look, and sneered.Perfect—it was expired. Before long, Cameron muttered, "Rowena's got a good heart. She's not as nasty or petty as you. She knew you were in pain so she got this ointment specifically for you.""No, I'm good. Let her have it." I tossed the ointment onto the table, and it slid right into the

Chapter 3

I wasn't in the mood to talk to Cameron, so I used the restroom as an excuse to leave.He followed me. "I've explained this already—the house was something I promised her long ago. Don't make me come off as heartless. Sylvie, I've treated you well, too."I hummed in reply and walked right into the ladies' room.When I returned, Rowena had taken my spot, sitting beside Cameron and practically glued to him. I glanced at them and sat beside Brandon.Rowena spotted me and said dramatically, "Oh my gosh, sorry! I'm just so used to sitting with Cameron. You don't mind, do you?"I shook my head. "Honestly, I'm grateful you're putting up with him for me."Cameron's face immediately darkened.Rowena dug her nails into her palms, barely holding up her smile. "Cameron's a great guy. He bought me that house, which is worth tens of millions. I didn't spend a dime! Guess I should be thanking you for letting your husband spend so much on me."Her words had everyone around us gaspingRowena h

Chapter 4

I had no idea how long I'd been out. When I finally woke up, the first thing that hit me was the strong smell of antiseptic.The nurse was surprised to see I was awake and immediately called the doctor."Ms. Tuttle, we think it's best if you stay here for two more days so we can keep an eye on you," the doctor said."Thank you," I said, my voice raspy.Cameron came up, looking completely lost. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? I wouldn't have dumped ice on you if you had—""Cameron, what's the point in bringing this up now?" I cut him off sharply. "Let's get divorced."He went still, tears welling up in his eyes. "What are you in the mood for? I'll have someone whip it up and bring it over. Chicken noodle soup, seafood chowder, or…"I stared at him, seeing the regret written all over his face, and felt my stomach churn. His love came too late, and it meant nothing to me."We've been married for three years, and you still don't know I hate chicken noodle soup and seafoo

Chapter 5

Cameron gave me a once-over, his eyes full of disdain. "Look at you—work's keeping you so busy, you're barely keeping up with your looks. What guy could say no to good looks?"Would you believe me if I said I loved you right now? And if I were walking down the street with Rowena, who do you think would look more like my wife—her or you?"Work had been my priority over the past few years and I hadn't bothered with my appearance. But how could he forget I was there for him during those early startup days, staying late with him after my own job?How could he forget I used my connections to land those big clients he couldn't get? I busted my ass to help Cameron build his business, and now he despised me just because I didn't know how to dress up.I always thought if I gave enough, he'd eventually see all the effort I was putting in. But I got caught up with him and ignored the fact that he was actually cold and heartless.All my effort didn't mean anything to him, no matter how much I

Chapter 6

It wasn't until I got in the cab that I finally texted Cameron back. "The divorce agreement is on the table. Sign it."He called me right back, but I didn't pick up. Then, I blocked his number.…Two days later, the security guard from my gated community called me."Ms. Tuttle, as you guessed, a guy named Cameron Jensen is causing a scene at the gate. He's claiming to be your husband and insists on barging in to see you."I watered my flowers absentmindedly. "Keep him out for me. Don't let him in."Cameron camped out at the security booth for three days. On the third day, he finally passed out from exhaustion. To my surprise, he returned to the security booth after getting an IV at the hospital."Syl, I messed up. Please forgive me."I've cut ties with Rowena. Please come back to me, and let's build a good life together."Please. You can do whatever you want to me, just don't divorce me, okay?"Cameron sent me three voice messages back-to-back, his tone humble and pleading.

Chapter 7

"You're running away abroad, huh? Look at me—with a husband and a baby on the way. I'm the one who got the last laugh."You got divorced, lost the baby, and ended up with nothing. You're basically a joke," Rowena texted.I smiled and replied, "Get your 'husband' to sign the divorce agreement already. You don't want your baby to be born while he's still married to someone else, making you just the other woman."Right after I sent the message, my phone started buzzing non-stop.Rowena blasted me. "You bitch! Who the hell do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? You'd be nothing if you weren't born with a silver spoon and great parents."I stole your guy and house—doesn't that make you feel like crap?"I typed slowly. "I'm not like you, who wasted a good hand. I might not have played mine perfectly, but at least I didn't screw it up."I switched her to "Do Not Disturb" after that.…Six months later, my lawyer suddenly reached out, saying things were finally progressing

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