Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire
Luke said, smirking.
“Nah, Sullivan,” Taylor smirked. “I’m the plot twist in her romance novel. You’re the typo in the prologue.”
“Charlie’s hooked on my body, built up resistance to my chaotic humor, picked up swearing from me, and pretty much lives in my bedroom. I’d sweat and fart all day, and she’d still kiss me. Yeah, we’ve passed the point of no return. You don’t stand a chance,” Taylor added.
“Good, then. You don’t need to make this personal,” Luke said. “If you’re smart enough, then be objective.”