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A single car crash was all it took for Grant Whitaker to forget I existed. He couldn't fathom how he, the CEO of Whitaker Holdings, had ended up married to a former receptionist with a community college associate degree. The day he was discharged from the hospital, he slid a divorce settlement across the table. "Ms. Hale," he said, his voice clipped and strictly business. "Let's make this clean. Keep our dignity intact." I nodded, letting my eyes go red. But inside? A full-blown fireworks display was going off in my chest. Three years. I had waited three years for this day. I was a normal woman who appreciated a good-looking man and had my fair share of wild thoughts. Yet I’d married a man so rigidly disciplined it was almost comical. I was suffocating. A second later, my phone buzzed. My best friend, Tessa, had just sent me photos of a brooding, artistic-looking guy. Photoshoot next week. You in?