“Sell your ridiculous hotel,” my ex-husband snarls all over the kitchen, like a broken mixer.
“Sun Valley is not for sale,” I cut him off, like a slap.
“Second time I won’t offer,” he presses, and in his gaze there’s only indifference. “Never, under any circumstances, you’ll get my eco-farm!”
He stands up and, twisting into a crooked smirk, throws his last line:
“I’ll wait until you go under—and I’ll buy everything here for pennies.”
After betrayal and a hard divorce, I wanted only one thing—silence and a simple life on the farm I built with my own hands. But I didn’t expect that on my path I’d meet a construction magnate, Mark Doroshin. Cold and untouchable-looking, he offered me help during the darkest period. I clung tightly to his hand, unaware that along with it, love would enter my life again.