MARION

I leaned back in the leather seat of my SUV and let out a sharp, humorless chuckle. After Stephen slid his phone across to me when I saw the news while in my office, I wished Paula were right in front of me to strangle her neck. I don’t hurt women. But for her, she’ll be my first.

“She wants to try her bullshit games with me?” I muttered.

The headline on TMZ practically screamed at me: “Paula Watkins: The Future Mrs. Whitfield?”

Future Mrs. Whitfield? My jaw tightened when I ...