My husband made me test his drug. When it left me sick and heavier, he called me a “200-pound pig,” divorced me in public, and got engaged to his mistress. I thought I had lost everything—until I rescued a bleeding stranger on a desert highway. He was Damian Winslow, the ruthless ruler of Glenport’s underworld. His young uncle begged me to stay. Then Damian offered me a one-year marriage. When my ex saw us together, would he finally realize what he had thrown away?
