He Gave Her My Wedding, so I Gave Him a Divorce
I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife.
But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go.
Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna.
I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage.
At least, that was what Damian believed.
He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress.
He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in.
As Sofia admired herself