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Jonathan Sterling's pampered little mistress, Olivia Lane, was throwing another fit. He handed me the divorce papers and said, "Sign it. It's just for show. The poor girl needs some peace of mind." I stayed silent for a moment, then picked up the pen and signed my name in one clean stroke. On my way out, I heard one of his friends tease him, "Evelyn's awfully obedient, Jonathan. Don't tell me she does whatever you ask without so much as a peep?" Jonathan lit a cigarette and took a slow, satisfied drag. He smiled and said, "Wanna find out?" The others whooped and egged him on. They wanted to see me twenty days from now at the courthouse, sobbing my heart out and still nodding along like a good little wife as I agreed to let him go. The moment the ink dried on my divorce decree, I picked up my phone and answered the message waiting in my inbox. It read: [Will you marry me?] I typed back: [I will.]