Betrayed by My Boyfriend, I Married a CEO in a Flash

"Victor, are you really going to say yes to Willow Sullivan?"

In the smoke-filled private room, a man stood and poured Victor Henson a glass of liquor, tossing out the question like idle gossip.

Victor took the cigarette pack, stuck one between his lips, and lit it with a careless smile. "Would you date a soulless, boring doormat? She's just something to mess with when I'm bored."

The room erupted in laughter. The guy who'd asked gave Victor a thumbs-up. "That's our boy. That idiot Willow's probably racing through the rain right now, all giddy to deliver your medicine."