Remarrying The Man Who Ruined Me

Three months after the Sterling family went bankrupt, I knocked on my ex-husband's door.

There was no pride left in me, no defiance. Only a hollow, broken shell of a woman.

I handed him the remarriage agreement I had prepared. My voice was flat. "Xavier St. Claire, let's get married again."

He took the paper, his brow arching in a mocking curve.

"What? The great Talia Sterling, who was so eager to divorce me back then, is finally begging?"

I nodded submissively. "Yes. I am begging you."

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