Seven Years of Winter Before Spring

"On the night of my wedding, my best friend's younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked me, “It’s a little big. Can you handle it?”I stared at his perfectly defined abs, my mind going completely blank. “What?”He repeated, “Can you handle it?”My voice jumped an octave from my panic. “Aren't we supposed to take things slow? Isn’t this way too fast?”That night, the sound-activated lights in the house flickered on and off until dawn.Meanwhile, my ex-husband was squatting downstairs. His eyes were swollen red from crying, but I did not even spare him a thought.Back then, when I agreed to let him proceed with a fake wedding with his childhood sweetheart, Miles Carter thought our cold war was over.When he explained things to me, he said, “Vivian and I will only be married on paper. The ceremony is just to satisfy my mom. I swear, when this is over, we’ll live as a real couple.”I remained silent. I just stared at the countdown on my phone, counting the days until I could finally leave. He did not know that the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist."