Six Years of Devotion Divorcing My Billionaire Sweetheart

This is the sixth year of my marriage to Ethan Miller.

While I was curled up in bed, cold sweat dripping from a severe stomach ache, the phone number that had been ignoring my calls sent a text.

[Sorry, Mrs. Miller. The boss is making me some hot lemon-ginger tea right now, so he’s too busy to answer. Is there something you need?]

Later, I walked away without once looking back. I moved out of our home and handed him the divorce papers.

But that once-arrogant man stood there with bloodshot eyes, begging me.

"Ivy, can we please start over?"