Broken

Sebastian Gresham had a childhood friend, Lydia Hunt, who was obsessed with menswear. On our anniversary, he asked me to get out of the master bedroom so she could share ours.

“Lydia doesn’t understand the complexities of women, she’s just a good bro I grew up with, don’t get any ideas.”

When Lydia Hunt used a race car to run me off the road, causing me to lose my baby, my daughter sat in the passenger seat and watched coldly.

“Mom, she already slowed down. Stop faking it.”

So when Sebastian Gresham proposed a sham divorce for Lydia Hunt’s sake, I agreed in a heartbeat.

Later, I brought my new family home. Facing Sebastian Gresham’s interrogation and my daughter’s wailing, I said coolly.

“Micah Yip is just a colleague; we only shared a bed because it was freezing. How dare you be so crude?” 

“Crying over something so trivial? Can you please stop playing the victim?”

“One month. After Lydia Hunt deals with her family’s pressure to marry her off, we’ll get a divorce, then we’ll remarry.”