Seven Days to a Dead Marriage

Synopsis

On the third anniversary of our marriage, Adrian Graves didn't give me a diamond ring. He handed me a contract. It was a Marriage Termination Agreement. A date was circled in dark red ink. Seven days from now. "Lena," he said, his voice colder than ever, "stay with me for these last seven days. Play your part until the end... and everything the Graves family owns will be yours." On his wrist, the black watch he never took off ticked softly, a faint, relentless countdown.