No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series
I was done.
That moment in the lawyer’s office was the last thread of his self-control snapping. The second we walked out, the insults started. He called me every but the child of God, as if degrading me would somehow change my mind. As if it would make me love him again.
Then, a few days ago, I made the mistake of dressing nicely, really nicely. I wore a long, fitted black dress that hugged every curve, showing just a hint of cleavage. My flat stomach, my defined hips, my thighs, and my ass, it all looked good. And I knew it.