From Temporary to Unforgettable Love

ut the prenup? She gets nothing if

t' s ironclad. She won' t cause an

d to ensure I would leave with nothing when he was done with me. The kindness, the protection, the thoughtful gift

ong, meticulously crafted deception.

, a cold resolve settled over me.

m of photos of them together-at exclusive restaurants, on private jets, at lavish parties. She was always clinging to him, her sm

ugh the remnants of my life with him. In the back of his closet, I found a stack of boxes. They w

e one had b

d designing with a niche horologist I knew he admired. He' d given me a polite smile when I'

of my tears had run dry. All I

lled, his voice ch

small get-together tonight

ea, Easton," I said, my voice fla

not asking, I' m telling you. It'

d me there to serve some purpose for Ke

r smile on my lips. Let t

s in full swing. The moment I walked in, the music seemed to dip, th

saccharine smile. "Brooke! I'

. He was surrounded by his friends, laughing at something o

Foie gras. You probably don' t get this much where you' r

h their condescension. My face went pale, my

sn't for my sake. He was just protecting his own image, maintaining the facade of a man who defend