Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

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Jace didn't continue, but I already knew. "She wants to be your wife, right?"

Jace's head shot up, surprise all over his face like I'd cracked some big secret. "You know her pretty well," he said after a beat, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

The jab wasn't subtle. He was implying I'd been keeping tabs on Tanya-because, yeah, she'd stolen Jace from me. Classic.

"You're overthinking it," I shot back, keeping my cool. "I don't care about her. But she's so obvious. Her obsession with money and fancy things? Kinda hard to miss."

Right as I finished, the sky started to change. I used to think night slowly turned into day, but it was like someone flicked a switch. The sky just... lit up, fast and sharp. No wonder they call it the breaking of dawn.

"Jace, an amusement park's worth a lot, sure. But compared to being the CEO's wife? It's pocket change." I watched his expression-he blinked, clearly not expecting me to go there.

Yeah, the Johnstons gave me a whole amusement park, but Jace's net worth? He could buy a hundred of those. Tanya knew that. That's why she didn't waste any time using Desmond's death to her advantage. "She never wanted me," Jace muttered, his voice bitter. "She only wanted what I'm worth."

I laughed softly under my breath. Is he just now getting this?

Tanya was with him

was all over Thorsten, a guy old enough to be her dad. Was that love? Maybe. Or maybe she was just in love with his bank

you cared about money, you wouldn't have... left because

wealth, I could've ignored Tanya. We'd fight, sure, but I'd wait until we got married. Then, when we split? I'd walk away with half his

I was dumb for letting Jace off so easy. She'd

said with a small,

Jace said, using my name

off guard. "Did you ever

laugh, thinking, 'After everything, now he asks if I

voice cold. "You're like someone who doesn't just want to hurt someone-they want to

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really loved me, how

we're apart, the

on his face, the sadness clinging to him