My Alpha Ex's Son Married Me
Language: en
On the day I divorced Damian, the Alpha of Thornmire pack, I wore exquisite makeup and a sexy deep-V dress. His face was filled with disgust: "Dressed so slutty! Are you that desperate to find a new man?" I touched the ruby necklace at my chest and smiled in response: "That's right. And you actually know this man." He sneered: "Stop fooling yourself! You're already 40 years old. Who would want you? Beg me, and I might consider remarrying you." I wasn't angry. After all, last night at the Moonlight Ball, 20 men invited me to dance, and 7 men asked for my phone number. One young, handsome…