The Divorce He Regretted

Synopsis

I hid my identity as the Prime Minister's daughter and played the docile, devoted wife for three years, all for Paul Harrison. But on a snowy night, he shoved a divorce paper in my face—just because his first love was back. "Sign it and get the hell out of my house." He was so sure I couldn't survive without him, waiting for me to beg. I didn't cry or make a scene. I just signed. "Fine. Don't regret it." Three days later, at the King's banquet, he watched helplessly as I, the woman he'd thrown away like trash, stepped down from a carriage in a fancy gown, carefully helped by the Regent himself. The Regent held my hand, fingers tightly laced. Paul was completely losing it at the sight. He rushed at us like a madman. But he didn't even get close before a cold blade was pressed against his throat. The Regent pulled me behind him, his voice low. "Watch your eyes. She's my Regent's wife."