My Husband Said If I Were “Easier to Love” His Family Wouldn’t Have to Fake It – He Meant to Break Me, But He Had No Idea He’d Just Handed Me the One Thing I’d Needed for Five Years

Vance?” “Just Genevieve,” I said, sliding into the cool leather.

“And yes.” As we pulled down the palm-lined drive I looked back once, through the glass, at Julian arguing with the front desk manager while two security officers made sure no one left without settling the bill, at Victoria with her head in her hands, at Raymond staring at a phone that was telling him the credit lines I’d co-signed had vanished.

My own phone rang before we reached the highway.

Julian.