Where the Light Gets In

Summary

The paparazzi snapped the picture right after my fender bender. My husband, Julian Vance, didn't even flinch.

He just leaned one arm casually on the open window of his Porsche, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the photographer.

"Got your scandal, huh? Make sure you send the invoice to my wife. She loves handling this kind of press."

Mention me, the current Mrs. Vance, and everyone in our circle sings the same tune.

"She was a nobody before him. A Cinderella story. She'd never be stupid enough to leave."