His Paper Wife, My Real Goodbye

Synopsis

People liked to say Stella Reed had eyes sharp enough to spot gold in a mud pit. Give her one night, and she could turn a trash-level stock into the next miracle climb. Suitors from fancy families stretched halfway across the world just hoping she'd glance their way. Yet she fell for Dante Lancaster, a guy with absolutely nothing in his pockets and even less to his name. Ten years rolled by. That broke kid grew into a man who commanded a fortune so large people couldn't even count the zeros without getting dizzy. He revived the dying Lancaster Group and turned it into a global beast. Everyone said Stella was blessed with supernatural judgment. Everyone envied her, whispering that she'd soon be Mrs. Dante. So the day she rushed to the registry office, she was practically glowing. She waited from afternoon sunlight all the way into nightfall. Dante never showed. What did show up was a smug post from his assistant, right on her screen: [My parents tried forcing me into some awful blind date today. I panicked so bad I almost cried, but my sweet CEO couldn't stand seeing me suffer. So we went and got married. He's my boss and my husband now.] The selfie of her and Dante hit harder than a punch. People were already gathering popcorn, waiting for Stella to lose her mind in a jealous rage. But Stella? She calmly tapped like and replied: [Congrats. So when's the wedding? I'll make sure the gift is huge.] A moment later, her silent phone finally lit up with Dante's call. His voice could have chilled boiling water. "Vivienne and I only signed the papers because her parents freaked out and threatened to drag her into blind dates. She's too valuable for me to lose. It's not an actual marriage. You don't have to be so petty." "You've got one minute to delete that comment. Then you apologize to Vivienne. When her parents calm down, I'll divorce her and sign with you again." Stella looked at the man she had loved for a decade, a man who clearly wasn't hers anymore. And she laughed, soft and sharp. "No need. We're done."