Divorcing the CEO, Marrying His Son

Summary

On the day I divorced my fifty-year-old CEO husband, I wore a full face of makeup and a stunning scarlet dress.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Arthur Sterling’s handsome, refined face.

“Dressed like you’re getting married today?” he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

I fluffed my newly styled curls, a picture of a much younger, dashing face flashing in my mind. A genuine smile touched my lips. “I am.”

“And it’s someone you know.”

A cold sneer formed on his lips.

“Everyone in my circle is famously devoted to their spouse. Did you even think before you came up with that lie?”