Marrying My Ex For Revenge

Summary

A year ago, he left me standing alone at City Hall for a girl who scaled fish at the harbor for ten dollars an hour.

I can still see the shadow of a smirk in his eyes when he told me, "Erica, you don’t understand. She’s... refreshing. She’s real."

I watched him walk away, a hollow, wintry ache settling behind my ribs. It felt like my entire life had been gutted and left to dry in the sun.

It only took him six months to regret it.

The girl from the docks was a novelty, a splash of salt air in his curated life, but eventually, the smell of the harbor wouldn't wash off.