He Cheated. I'm Done.

After countless attempts to seduce my seemingly saintly husband, and still failing to consummate our marriage, I finally dialed my brother's number.

"Alex, I'm divorcing him."

Three seconds of silence stretched on the line before Alexander's low voice came through.

"I told you, Scarlett. That saint, Julian – you'd never pull him down from his pedestal."

I laughed, tears stinging my eyes. "You're right. I was foolish to even try."

"Come to Paris, Scarlett," Alex said, his tone light.