Breaking Free Marrying My True Destiny

For five years, I had been Arnold Bowen’s lover and he never once looked at anyone else. I thought nothing would ever change.

But that day, in the heat of passion, Arnold gripped my chin with his hand.

“Riley, this is the last time.”

His indifferent attitude stung my eyes.

I fought back the bitter taste in my throat and looked at Arnold. “Do you have another lover now?”

Arnold laughed, carefree yet gentle. “Not anymore. She’s back."

“Now that the real one is back, what’s the point of needing a substitute?”