Once His Wife, Now A Stranger He’ll Never Forget

Five years had passed since my divorce when I ran into Evren Hendrix again in a high-end boutique.

The store clerk was wrapping the tie I had chosen for my husband. When she spotted him entering, her tone instantly grew warm and eager.

“Mr. Hendrix, your wife already picked out your suit; it’s all set.”

Giving a slight nod, his eyes paused on the tie in my hand. “Add hers to my bill, too.”

I turned it down politely and placed the cash from my hand on the counter.

A quiet sigh left him. “Paisley Maynard, even after all these years, you still hate me.”

I smiled faintly and didn’t answer.