Book Description
For three years, I refused to divorce him—not out of love, but stubborn pride. He paraded his mistress in public while I pretended not to see. Then one day, I woke up. I agreed to the divorce. I burned our photos. I started living again. And suddenly, the man who couldn't wait to be rid of me was everywhere—begging, pleading, desperate to win back a wife who no longer wanted him. The cruelest irony? He finally sees my worth... now that I've stopped seeing his.