Chapter 1
My billionaire husband hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in years–unless he’s got one of my aromatherapy sachets next to him.[]
At our seventh anniversary dinner, his high school sweetheart poured a bucket of hot water at the base of the big old oak tree in our backyard.[]
I was crying, trying to save the tree. [
She got down on her knees, apologizing.
“Chloe, I didn’t know the leaves you use for those sachets came from this tree.“]
He gently comforted her, then turned to me and shouted:
“It’s just a damn tree. Look at you–what an ugly mess.“]]
Three days after the divorce, still unable to sleep, he stood in the yard staring at that withered oak.]
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Where’s the sachet?“]
“Where’s
Jordan Bennett came out of the bedroom rubbing his aching temples.
I used to tuck one into his clothes before he left for work, wherever he was going.
I didn’t answer.
I was too focused on dabbing ointment onto the burn on my left hand, the sting making my whole body tense.
He frowned and tossed a small bottle onto the couch.[]
“Here. For your hands.“[]
I glanced at it—it was some luxury hand cream. []
Too bad I couldn’t use it right now.
“You’re so dramatic. It’s just a burn.“[]
“No need to act like you’re dying.“]
The pain in my hand didn’t compare to the pain Jordan left in heart.
I ignored him, picked up my phone, and walked toward the bedroom.
“Make sure you sign the divorce papers in the study.”
Jordan was a busy man–with work to do and a girlfriend to entertain. []
I’d always tried to be understanding of his time.[]
“Stop being difficult. If you get the sachet ready, I’ll use it.”
Jordan was a neat freak. []
Nothing was allowed within a three–foot radius of the bed–not even a throw pillow.
Every time, I had to coax him into letting the sachet stay.
Eventually, him allowing the sachet became his way of coaxing me.
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After saying that, he tossed his phone on the bed and went into the bathroom.[]
The screen was still lit. It was a picture of him and Olivia Parker.[]
Below the photo, a little curly font caption read:[]
“Sleep tight, baby. Be good-“]
Chapter 1
Olivia started as an intern back in June. []
First thing she ever said to Jordan during her interview?
“Jordan, I’m gonna chase you.“]
Sitting behind his desk, Jordan narrowed his eyes and replied coldly,[]
“I’m married.“[]
She flipped her ponytail and shrugged,
“Yeah, I know.”
“Being married doesn’t stop me from liking you.“[]
“Liking you’s my business.“[]
Jordan stared at her for a few seconds before saying,
“You should probably see a therapist.”
People in the office laughed behind her back.[]
They called her delusional.[]
A few weeks later, she wasn’t an intern anymore–she was his personal assistant.
Jordan’s nicknames for her evolved too- -0
From “psycho” to “idiot,“[]
And eventually… “baby.“[]
Honestly, I never minded how openly Olivia threw herself at Jordan.[]
After all, no one buzzes around a clean wound.[]
If Jordan had had a backbone, there wouldn’t be a “baby” trending in office gossip.
Jordan came out, towel around his neck, typing something on his phone with his wet fingers, smiling like a fool.
Another headache hit–he winced slightly and glanced at me with barely hidden irritation.
Maybe he was annoyed I didn’t have the sachet ready.
Olivia only needed eight little words to make him melt.[]
And me?
After seven years of marriage, two hours a day spent making calming sachets just for him-[]
All I got was his growing indifference. His contempt.]
I turned away, pretending not to notice his look.
I wiped the corner of my eye quietly.
Jordan stared at my back, frowning.
“Mom’s birthday’s coming up. I’m letting Olivia plan the party.“]
It sounded like he was trying to justify it.
“You’ve been kind of off lately
I remembered how Mrs. Bennett held Olivia’s hand at our anniversary dinner, saying how much she wished Olivia had been the one.[]
I cut him off, calm as ever:]
“Sure. Let her handle it.
jordan posed for a second then snapped:]
Chloe, can’t you stop being so damn mean?
I pulled the blanket over myself and replied lazily:]
“If you can’t take it divorce me
If you want someone sweet, go to Olivia
