Chapter 1
“Astrid’s back. Let’s get divorced.”
I slid the divorce papers I’d already signed to my husband with a blank expression, Theo Camden.
For just a second, something shocked across his expression.But he recovered fast, signing his name with the practiced ease of someone who’d done this plenty of times before.
This was the first time I’d been the one to hand him the divorce papers.
But just like the previous six times, he made his fucking casual promise:
“Once she leaves in a month, we’ll get remarried.”
In the past, those words never gave me the security I craved–I might’ve even forced him to swear on his life or put it in writing.
But this time? I felt absolutely nothing. Not even the desire to respond.
“Marina, are you even listening to me?”
Theo’s brow furrowed, clearly annoyed by my silence.
I just nodded.
“Mmhmm.”
My hands kept moving, folding clothes and packing them into my suitcase.
When Theo said we’d remarry, we always did.
He was known in his industry for keeping his word–I’d give him that.
Coincidentally,we didn’t feel like husband and wife.
We were more like two parties in a business contract, obligated to sign and renew our agreement–marriage certificates and divorce papers–at regular intervals.
Two contracts a year. Twelve signed documents so far.
I still remember what he told me at our wedding–that he’d never cheat on me while we were married.
And he did kept that promise.
After all, once we were divorced, it was his free to be with whoever the hell he wanted.
The only cost was me becoming the famous laughingstock of our social circle–everyone knew I was his little plaything, ready to come running whenever he snapped his fingers.
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Chapter 1
But my calm reaction today seemed to throw Theo off his game.
After all, he couldn’t shake the memories–the way I’d completely lose my shit during our previous divorces, even hurt myself just to get his attention.
Watching me pack faster and more efficiently than ever before, he said awkwardly“Maybe… maybe I should be the one to move out this time.”
Click. I snapped my large suitcase shut, cutting him off mid–sentence.
“I already told Camilla I’d crash at her place for a few days.”
Theo’s face darkened, like he’d just remembered something unpleasant.
“You’re not gonna pull that playing–hard–to–get bullshit again, are you? Pretending to be an assistant and sneaking into my office pretending to be an assistant?”
“Marina, can’t you find something else to do? You act like you can’t survive without a man.”
I could read between the lines. He just didn’t want me interfering with his precious time with Astrid.
After all, she rarely came back to the States. Of course Theo wanted her working as his executive assistant, glued to his side 24/7.
After our second divorce, I’d gotten hired as Theo’s assistant. I walked into his office with his favorite latte,so
excited…
Only to find him making out with Astrid, who was kissing.
I lost it and slapped her,then was slapped by Theo hit the floor.
The entire office crowded outside to watch the drama unfold.
Everyone thought I was still the CEO’s wife. They looked at Astrid with pure disgust.
To protect her from the gossip, Theo ignored my tears and protests, grabbed my purse, and dumped everything out on the floor.
That divorce certificate spread across the ground like a gaping wound, announcing our relationship status to everyone.
From then on, Theo made every single one of our divorces public on social media.
Everyone knew Theo loved Astrid.
Everyone knew I was the pathetic bitch who refused to let go.
But this time, his concerns were completely unnecessary.
I grabbed my suitcase without hesitation.
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“Don’t worry. I won’t be bothering you two anymore.”
Theo studied me suspiciously for a moment.
It wasn’t until I was halfway out the door that he called after me, sounding almost panicked,
“Next month, the 13th–don’t forget we’re getting remarried.”
I paused for just a second.
What a coincidence.
The 13th was exactly when my flight was leaving America.
