She's the last person I expected to show up at my place like this.
Kimberly Kent.
The woman who made my three-months-long marriage a living hell.
Waltzing in like she owns the place. Like I was the stranger, and she, the owner.
I still remember vividly the morning after my wedding night.
After Evan took me for her.
After he left me in pieces—confused, and humiliated.
I had planned on asking him, but Kim didn't give me that chance.
She rolled into the mansion in her luxurious car, giving orders like she was the mistress of my home.
When I confronted her, she introduced herself as the 'real' Mrs. Vanhook. And I? I was the plastic.
She made it a point to uphold that status quo. Not giving up until I did.
"Good boy!" she coos, tickling Kayden’s stomach.
But he doesn’t respond—not
