The Canary’s Rise to Power

Summary

For me, Nate Hunt gave up three things.

Women, fighting, and street racing.

Everyone said that I, his gilded canary, had tamed the city’s most untamable wolf.

Until the morning after our wedding of the century.

I woke up five years in the future.

A twenty-nine-year-old Nate was slamming a divorce agreement onto the table in front of me.

“I told you, stay away from her! Otherwise, next time it won’t just be a broken hand.”

“Clara, I’m done wasting my time on you.”

The man before me was all sharp angles and cold fury, the warmth in his eyes completely extinguished.