My Husband Regrets Marrying His Assistant
In our eighth year, he said that we should wait until he received an invitation to Paris Fashion Week.
It had been ten years, and he had finally won the Paris Fashion Award. However, he was marrying someone else.
“Don’t bother with the divorce,” I said as I pulled my hand free. “I’d hate for Stella’s mother to see you two separate. It might make her condition worse. I can’t take responsibility for that.”
Alexander froze for a moment before he breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally, you understand. Once this blows over, we can—”
“There will be no ‘we.’” I cut him off. “Ten years, Alexander. Now, I finally see it clearly.”