My husband cheated, and in my self-destructive spiral I spent one reckless night with a mysterious waiter only to find I can’t escape him.
He’s supposed to be a domineering CEO, so why does he play the part of a money-loving puppy in front of me.
“Mr. Ashford, are you toying with me?”
“The last million plus this new million is enough to keep me for a month, so of course I have to take good care of Ms. Crawford for that month.”
“Ms. Crawford, pleased to be at your service.”
