Abandon the Old Love

Four years into our marriage, my husband, Cedric York, shattered our vows. He was frantically chasing "the one that got away," desperate to rewrite history with his childhood flame. I loved him deeply, swallowing my pride to beg him to stay. But Cedric just pulled her closer and sneered at me. "Katniss, you don't have a feminine bone in your body! Looking at that frozen, stony face of yours? It kills any desire I have as a man." That was the moment my heart finally turned to ash. I stopped clinging to the past and walked away with my dignity intact. ... When our paths crossed again, Cedric didn't even recognize me. I had shed my "Iron Lady" corporate armor. Now, I was soft, alluring, and magnetic. The city's elite were lining up to court me; even the most powerful man in the room saved his smiles only for me. Cedric lost his mind. He camped outside my door every night, waving blank checks and diamond necklaces, looking like he wanted to rip his heart out and offer it to me on a platter. When people whispered, curious about my history with him, I just gave a breezy, unbothered smile. "Mr. York? Oh, he’s just an old book I finished reading a long time ago."