Devil Ex-husband, Please Stay Away From Me!

On our seventh anniversary, I got a call from my boyfriend, Ryan Gentry, asking me to come by his office. But on the way there, I was in a terrible car crash.

I was covered in blood when I managed to dial his number.

"Ryan…" I gasped.

His voice was impatient on the other end. "I have a meeting in half an hour. Make it quick."

I struggled to breathe through the pain, but he snapped, "What is it now? Can’t you be quiet for once?"

"I’m…," I tried to say goodbye, fighting for the words.

But he didn’t give me a chance. I could hear his secretary’s voice in the background, calling him sweetly.