Married Three Days, Done Already

Three days after we got our marriage certificate, Jason casually dropped that he'd handed the keys to our new place... to his ex, Nina Zeller.

I clenched my jaw. "So you just HAD to give our house key to your poor, delicate ex?"

He sighed. "She needed surgery. It was urgent. I'll get it back after."

I stared at him. That blank, serious face? I actually laughed.

I own a ton of properties. Even my managers have to book time to get in.

But Jason? First guy with the nerve to sneak his ex into my home.

"Do you even remember that was our newlywed home?" My voice could cut glass. "It was fully furnished. I hadn't even spent one night there."

Jason scowled. "Can you not be so dramatic? Nina's been through a lot. She came here for surgery, totally alone. She's broke, hotels cost a fortune, and the place was just sitting there. I thought she could stay a bit—it was an emergency."

"So she's broke, sick, and sad—so I'm just supposed to hand her our house?" My voice cracked sharp. "Who's supposed to pity ME, Jason? Just because I have money, I deserve this crap? I'm supposed to just take it?"

His face turned stormy. "How can you say that? I thought you were better than this. Nina just needs help. Can't you have a little compassion?"

Compassion? For his ex?

What am I, Mother Teresa?

"You know what real compassion is? Tossing a snack to a stray. Donating to a relief fund. NOT letting the girl who still wants your man move into your house like it's hers."

"Enough!" Jason slammed the table. "Wynne Warrington! Don't you dare talk about Nina like that! Nothing happened between us! You're dragging both our names through the mud!"

Nothing happened?

He gave his ex the keys to our newlywed home—three days in—and I'm supposed to buy that? Who's he trying to fool?

Watching him freak out over Nina, I felt my heart shut down.

"Jason, are you actually insane?" My voice was ice. "You wanna play tragic lover and shack up with your side chick? Fine. Let's get divorced. Send me back the money I dropped on that house. Then go fill it with chicks—I don't care."

That $3 million home? I paid in full. Title in my name.

Jason scoffed, full of smug. "Are you serious? You'll be a divorcée. You really think you'll land someone better after that? Who's gonna want you?"

He really thought I'd fold. Thought I was too in love to leave.

I stared him down, pulled out my phone. "Peter, come up and toss Mr. Palmer—and all his junk—out."

That smug look cracked. "You're actually doing this? I was just trying to help her. Do we really have to go this far?"

I stared him down, stone-cold. "Honestly? This is perfect. I'm not dumb. And maybe you forgot—my dad's Richard Warrington. I'm the only daughter of the richest man in Clouderton.

"Divorce me once or ten times—guys would still line up around the block.

"And you? You're nobody."