Wrong Blind Date. Right Husband.

Synopsis

Bang! When I kicked open the door to the café's private room, the man sitting stiffly inside was so startled that his hand shook, spilling most of his coffee. He looked up, and I saw that annoyingly handsome face I can't stand. It was him. Even if he was nothing but dust, I'd still recognize him. Ryan Jensen, Jonathan Arnold's top henchman. Back when Jonathan and I broke up, it was Ryan egging him on, saying I wasn't good enough for Jonathan's family, telling him to ditch me and chase after that rich heiress who could save him twenty years of struggle. And Jonathan, that spineless idiot, actually went along with it. The day we broke up, I was crying my eyes out, and Ryan just stood behind Jonathan, looking at me like I was garbage, with that faint, mocking smile on his lips. That scene was like a venomous thorn lodged in my heart for three whole years. Seriously? My mom dragged me to this matchmaking setup, and the guy I was supposed to meet was him? "Hailey?" Ryan looked at me, his brows knitting together as if he was struggling to recall my name. I sneered, strode over to the table, grabbed the coffee in front of him, and poured it right over his head. The warm liquid trickled down his meticulously styled black hair, dripped across his shocked face, and the brown stain quickly spread over his pricey white shirt. "Are you crazy?" Ryan finally snapped, gritting the words out between his teeth.