My Alpha Ex's Son Married Me

On the day I divorced Damian, the Alpha of Thornmire pack, I wore exquisite makeup and a sexy deep-V dress.

His face was filled with disgust:

"Dressed so slutty! Are you that desperate to find a new man?"

I touched the ruby necklace at my chest and smiled in response:

"That's right. And you actually know this man."

He sneered:

"Stop fooling yourself! You're already 40 years old. Who would want you? Beg me, and I might consider remarrying you."

I wasn't angry. After all, last night at the Moonlight Ball, 20 men invited me to dance, and 7 men asked for my phone number.