My mafia husband married me seven times. And seven times, he made me sign divorce papers, all to protect his childhood sweetheart, who was always getting into trouble. He'd always say it was for my own safety, and just as he always did, he'd set a date for our remarriage.He just didn't know that this time, when I handed him the divorce papers, there would be no remarriage."Tessa's back. Sign it, Carter."I kept my expression carefully neutral as I slid the signed divorce papers across the vast mahogany desk and into his hand.His long, well-defined fingers paused.Carter looked up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.But he quickly regained his composure and expertly signed his name on the document.This was the first time in all these years that I had beaten him to it, that I had been the one to initiate the divorce.After signing, he took a sip of whiskey and casually assured me,"The usual arrangement, Maeve.""Give her a month to clean up her mess, and we'll get married again."In
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