Chapter 3The Ghost of Christmas Eve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

For my bankrupt family, this was like winning the lottery.

Logically, the promise was meant for my older sister. But at the time, my sister was happily dating a rich guy in Paris. Grayson had just taken over his company, and rumors said he was just a pretty face with no real skill. My sister adamantly refused to marry him.

And so, I, the designated scapegoat, was shoved onto the altar.

I got my marriage certificate before I even got my college diploma. When I applied for graduation, the marriage certificate actually counted as two extracurricular credits.

I smiled bitterly. I guess that was a silver lining.

Grayson didn't like me. I knew that from the very beginning.

The day we got our marriage license, Grayson's mother held my hand as we waited outside City Hall for half an hour.

When he finally arrived, he merely glanced at me, then turned to his mother. "Something came up at work. I'm late."

After that, he didn't look at me once.

So, I always knew. He didn't love me.