“The ex-wife of Hollywood’s golden boy, Liam Tate, is now getting married—”

I rolled the windows shut as we drove past reporters gathered behind barricades, refusing to hear more of what they had to say about me. Probably insults and degrading words to throw at my name. Well, if they know my name, that is when they keep referring to me only as Liam Tate’s ex-wife.

“It’s just a wedding, why are some streets blocked off?” I turned to Kate who was sitting across from me inside the luxury car, her face glued to her tablet once again. She looked effortlessly elegant today as well, with her hair pulled back...