But to Sebastian, my five years of effort looked like a calculated scheme. He resented me for it.
That wedding we should’ve had five years ago still hasn’t happened.
My heart was done. The five-year agreement was over. The child no longer needed me, so it was time to live for myself.
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Polly's POV
I walked into the Law Firm in a wedding dress. After five years of marriage, I had finally decided to divorce my race car driver husband.
The lawyer spoke in a flat, business-like tone. “For the divorce to proceed, both parties must sign the agreement. Your husband didn’t come today?”
I gave a bitter smile. “He’ll sign it. One way or another.”
Sebastian Trivett and I had been legally married for five years, but he’d canceled our wedding ceremony fifty-two times.
The first time, the female youth students he brought needed to refuel the car, so he left me, wearing my wedding dress, in the suburbs. Unable to get a taxi, I walked home in embarrassment, with countless blisters on my feet.