The Villainess Wants a Divorce
I found out I was the villainess of a romance novel called Sunshine Donna when I was already pregnant.
For twenty-two years, I'd chased Renato Gatti without a shred of shame. Then came three years of marriage, just the two of us, wrapped up in each other. I'd thought it was everything.
Then his true love showed up.
According to the story, I was supposed to fall apart. I'd torment the girl, sabotage their relationship, and in the process, destroy myself. A bullet through the forehead. That was how it ended for Gianna Milano.
I looked up. Renato was across the room, phone in hand, the ghost of a smile on his lips.
He'd met her.
Fine.
This time, I'd step aside.
But when I asked for a divorce—
He cried. He begged me to stay. He threw the entire East Coast at the problem, just to keep me from walking out the door.