Michelle stared at the divorce papers, her signature still wet. He thought she was cold. Detached. But as he walked...

Anastasia glared at Caius. “Three hundred sixty-five days. Then we go our separate ways.” He smirked, stepping closer. “And if...

Melissa crossed her arms, watching Everett struggle for words. **“Hey, old man,”** Merrick smirked. **“If you want to talk to...