The Billion Dollar Trucker Wife

Summary

Standing outside the courthouse, I slipped the debit card into my pocket and, quite unexpectedly, burst into laughter.

Just moments ago, Quentin had practically hurled the divorce decree at my face.

"Evelyn, don't even dream about the twenty million in premarital assets," he’d said, his voice dripping with a casual, practiced disdain. "I’ve kept you like a pet for six years. You should know when to take the win and walk away."

Behind him stood his 'ghost of the past'—the girl he’d never quite gotten over. Felicity.