"Jade," I said calmly. "Tonight is my wedding night with Connor."
The color drained from her face—as if I'd grabbed her by the throat.
Jade's face was flushed—not with embarrassment, but victory. "Do you really think a marriage license can tie you and Connor down forever?"
She stepped closer, her tone dripping with cruelty.
"Connor said this charade won't last more than three months. Once he secures the company shares, he'll divorce you."
"I know," I replied calmly.
Jade froze. She hadn't expected agreement.
It wasn't just that Connor wanted to divorce me—I didn't want him anymore, either.
"You've finally thought it through?" she sneered. "Or are you planning to make another scene and slit your wrists for sympathy?"
To force Connor into this marriage, I had attempted suicide four times.
Jacob Delgado and my parents couldn't bear to watch me suffer, so they'd used the Delgado Shares as leverage, forcing Connor to bow his head.
I offered a bleak smile. "You and Connor are the perfect match, Jade. I'm just the clown."
Jade let out a sharp, cold laugh. Then her hand flew across my face.
"Don't think playing victim will get us to forgive you!"