To Rule A Kingdom of Nothing

Marrying a billionaire was a giant mistake. 

Nicolai not signing a pre-nup with me was worse. 

Because now I’m hooked. 

In twenty-four hours, I’ve met his brother, his awesome cousin, and his lifelong boarding school buddies. They connected with me on their secret social media accounts. I’m in the group chat. 

Last night, for the first time, he touched me. 

I’ve made some really weird life choices, so I’d never been . . . touched. Not like that. 

Wow. I mean, holy cow. I’ve been missing out. 

But when I woke up in bed with him this morning, he turned to me with a blankness on his astonishingly handsome face and said, “I’m divorcing you. Get out.” 

What could I have done so wrong? 

But it doesn’t matter. I won’t just abandon him. I’ll fight for what we had for that one beautiful day because I don’t have anyone or anything else. 

His ice-blue eyes narrowed, and his voice was absolutely calm. “I said, get out.”