Six Years of Devotion Divorcing My Billionaire Sweetheart
Language: en
This is the sixth year of my marriage to Ethan Miller. While I was curled up in bed, cold sweat dripping from a severe stomach ache, the phone number that had been ignoring my calls sent a text. [Sorry, Mrs. Miller. The boss is making me some hot lemon-ginger tea right now, so he’s too busy to answer. Is there something you need?] Later, I walked away without once looking back. I moved out of our home and handed him the divorce papers. But that once-arrogant man stood there with bloodshot eyes, begging me. "Ivy, can we please start over?" When I received that text, I was curled into a…