The Letters He Stole A Billionaire's Stolen Love

After the high school reunion.

Evelyn said it out of nowhere. “Connor Delgado, let's get a divorce.”

I wasn't surprised. “Even if he's rotten to the core, you still love him?”

She let out a quiet laugh. “You forget, I'm rotten too.”

Two rotten people. A perfect match.

I found myself smiling. “Fine.”

Good, even. The spot she'd be vacating already had someone waiting in line.