Right after our divorce, my ex demanded my black card for his mistress—but when I blocked it, his family’s pride shattered in front of everyone

that wasn’t enough.

I closed the banking app and opened the flight booking app. Destination: London, the fastest flight. First class, one way. I once promised that, as soon as Alejandro’s business stabilized, we would fly to London, the city of my dreams, and see a musical in the West End.

Now I was going to fulfill that promise, but not with the excitement continue reading …