The Girl Brighter Than the Sun

Summary

So, I got divorced.

Three years ago, my shallow, looks-obsessed self agreed to a business marriage, all for the sake of Alexander Croft’s face. We signed a contract, a three-year deal.

The bastard signed the papers and then vanished. I’d see him maybe once a year. He wouldn’t answer my calls, wouldn’t return my texts. I couldn’t even touch his hand. It was like being a widow while he was still alive. Even the hottest fire would turn to ice.

So, the second our time was up, I couldn’t wait to shove the divorce papers in his face.