I Don't Love You Anymore

Synopsis

I'd been Nathan Hawthorne's carefully kept woman for ten years. In the boardroom, we were the perfect team. In bed, we were a perfect match. But after we had sex that day, he took a slow drag from his cigarette and said, "I'm getting married." "Congratulations," I said, utterly unbothered. He thought I was playing games, trying to pull him back in. So he watched, waiting for me to cling, to beg. But when he saw me on the street, kissing someone else with all the fire he thought belonged only to him, it finally hit him. The woman he kept for a decade no longer loved him.