Divorce? Rayne stared at the document in disbelief. Her world had been turned upside down in just one night.

"No! I refuse to sign it. You won't get rid of me so easily." She said to him and he became furious.

She yelled as he grabbed her hair and pulled hard.

"Stop it! You're hurting me!"

"And I'll hurt you more if you don't sign that document. I don't need you anymore. Olivia is pregnant for me. We're going to have a baby and I want to marry her before our child is born. I can't do that if I'm still shackled to you, so sign the papers, NOW!"

She quickly signed the papers out of fear and he pushed her to the ground.

"Now leave my house. You're no longer welcome here. And make sure you don't take anything from my house when you leave, everything you own was paid for with my money." He spat at her and then took Olivia closer to his family to make proper introductions.

They welcomed Olivia with a smile and Rayne left the house in tears. She had nowhere to go. Ever since she got married to Quentin, he made her cut off from all her friends, now she was alone and penniless.

She walked and walked till her legs nearly gave out. When it began to rain, she had to take shelter in the closest place which turned out to be a club. The music was so loud, and everyone inside was either drunk or dancing so no one noticed her tears. That made her feel a little better. Imagine if someone she knew recognised her in such a miserable state. It would be too humiliating to bear. In here, most people were too drunk to notice.

She decided to be carefree for one night in her life at least. After all, she had always been a good girl, yet look at how it turned out. She studied hard, made good grades, kept her virginity till her wedding night, and always did as she was told. Still she got insulted daily, was cheated on, thrown out. What was the point of being cautious? She joined the people on the dance floor. There were so many bodies packed together, moving and gyrating on the dance floor. Someone gave her a drink and she took it without asking questions.

She was a lightweight so just that one glass made her tipsy. When she was tired, she went to the bar to sit and was offered another free drink. Quentin always told her she looked ugly, so she was surprised men noticed even her in here. But it boosted her ego a little bit. If he didn’t want her, then she would look for someone else who did. There was a man sitting quietly by the bar ignoring everyone else. She grabbed him and kissed him.

"You're drunk." He said as he pulled away from her.

That was when she got a proper look at him. He looked like he was carved from perfection. His curly black hair fell over his alluring blue eyes, and his lips looked so soft. He was also muscular and from the way he towered over her even while seated, he was also tall.

"Don't be a killjoy. I want to be happy tonight. Make me happy, let's find somewhere more private." She giggled and tried to pull him close again.

Normally, she would never have been this brazen but with alcohol in her system, and the fact that she was depressed, she decided to throw caution to the wind.

"I don't want to wake up tomorrow and be accused of rape, so no, thank you." He responded.

"Oh come on! It's just one night. We'll never see each other again after this. You don't even have to tell me your name."

This time, when she kissed him, he didn't stop her.

Arden was having a bad week which was why he came here to drink. He had just been betrayed by his half brother and his inheritance was taken from him so at the moment, he was basically penniless. He planned to get his revenge but first he wanted to drink away his sorrow. And this beautiful woman was offering a distraction, like she said, it was just one night.

What could possibly go wrong?

“Let’s head back to your place.” Rayne said to him as she pulled away from the kiss.

“Aren’t you afraid to go home with a stranger?” He asked with an amused expression and she giggled.

She almost told him that she was homeless, and going back with him meant that she would at least have a place to sleep tonight, even if they wouldn’t be doing much sleeping. But thankfully, before she could reveal her pathetic situation, he just stood and took her hand.

Arden had a hotel room in his name, which he didn’t have to pay because the owner of the place owed him a favour. He took her there, it was just right across the club. In fact, the club was partly owned by the same person who owned the hotel. As soon as they were in the room, Arden pulled her close and his hands cupped her face.

“This is your last chance to change your mind.” He said to her and tears welled in her eyes.

Even her ex-husband never cared for her opinion on things. Why was a complete stranger being so gentle with her? It made her realise that she had never valued herself enough to demand better treatment. She realised that she had wasted almost five years of her life on Quentin and his family, from when they dated, and through their entire marriage.

“Hey. Don’t cry. What did I do?” He asked with a perplexed expression and she shook her head.