The Ninth Time I Divorced Him

Summary

Ben and I were notorious in our social circle as the “Eight-Time Divorcees.”

After our ninth remarriage, I reined in my temper, and he settled down.

For a time, we became the model couple of our set.

At my birthday dinner, he received a call, his face etched with urgency.

“Hannah, something urgent needs my attention. I have to go deal with it.”

I didn't mind, continuing to enjoy myself with friends.

That is, until my arch-rival, James Forrester, sent me a photo of Ben embracing a woman at the airport.

I stared intently at the couple on the screen.