She struggled to get out of bed and nearly screamed at her reflection in the mirror. Heavy bags under her eyes, a pale, sickly face, and a cut on her lip—she looked terrible.

She thought it was all William's fault!

After finally getting ready, she squeezed onto the subway for her commute to work. She suddenly felt pathetic—five years with William and she didn't even have a car, while that jerk had owned a racing complex since he was barely legal. She was really hating rich ...