The CEO's Revenge Bride
“You actually agreed to marry a man you barely know?”
Sophia zipped another section of the suitcase before looking up at her. “I know what I’m doing.”
“No, you don’t.” Emily picked up the shirt again, but instead of folding it, she waved it around in frustration. “Sophia, you were divorced in front of an entire room full of people, you nearly died afterward, and now, barely any time has passed, you’re telling me you’re going to marry another man?”
Sophia sighed softly as she closed the suitcase and moved toward the wardrobe. “When you say it like that, it sounds terrible.”