Chapter 1

I sat in the passenger seat and the driver told me I wasn't cut out to be the lady of the house.

My husband couldn't get away from his meeting, so he sent the family driver to pick me up.

I had just opened the passenger door and sat down when Jackson, the driver, frowned.

"Ma'am, please sit in the back."

Thinking he meant well, I smiled and said, "It's fine. There's more space up front. I'm not picky."

To my surprise, he turned off the engine.

"Not everyone is qualified to sit in this seat."

I froze. "It's just a passenger seat. What's the big deal?"

Jackson glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Smith's former fiancée always sat here."

"She was gentle and considerate, never spent his money recklessly."

"Unlike some people. Married in for three years and can't even produce a child."

I was so angry I laughed.

I'd been married to Ethan Smith for three years.

I bought the car, and I paid the driver's salary.

And here he was, taking my money while guarding the passenger seat for some woman I'd never even met.