His Cold Shoulder, My Warm Fortune

Summary

The first time I died, it was pathetic.

I’d stormed out of my marriage in a blaze of righteous fury, only to discover that pride doesn’t pay the rent. I ended up broke, sick, and utterly alone, wasting away in a sterile hospital room. The final irony? It was my ex-husband, Liam, who claimed my ashes.

While my life fizzled out, his ignited. He made partner at his law firm, pulling in seven figures a year. And, of course, he got the girl—his great lost love, the one that got away. A perfect, inspiring life. A perfect middle finger to my memory.