Reclaiming My Throne And Ruining My Ex
Language: en
I cut my six-month business trip short just before Valentine's Day. I’d planned to stop by the boutique watch store to commission a custom piece for my husband, Gray. The sales associate, a charming young woman, gave me a playful, knowing look. “Ms. Sherry, you and Mr. Marcus truly are telepathic. He was just here yesterday, picking up a matched set—a couple's style—as a holiday gift.” I froze, the air seizing in my lungs. A sudden, sharp memory surfaced: Tiffany Brooks, Gray’s relentlessly chipper assistant, had posted a picture of the exact same watch on her social media just last night.…