He has never given me a glance in the six years of our marriage, yet my dumbass self still fell for him. Throw a damn stone at me, please! I still waited—hoping, praying, wishing—that he would one day look at this unattractive sack of potatoes he was forced to call a wife. Pathetically, me. But hell broke loose when the woman who had saved him from a car accident returned. He loved her, not me. He looked at her, smiled at her… my damn fantasies shattered. I felt my one-sided love for him dying with each passing day. Then the worst happened. We had a one-night stand, which he called a mistake. And now, I want a divorce. He pinned me to the wall of his office. “If you can return the money I paid to your father to marry you and the money I’ve spent on you while under my roof, then I’ll let you go, Una Harper.”