Till Death or Divorce — Episode 1

I spent seven years loving Dante Marchetti. On our wedding night, he gave me divorce papers. One year, then we're strangers. I signed without arguing.

A year later, I finally asked for the divorce he wanted. Instead of signing, he stared at the man who'd held the elevator for me. Who is he? Mr. Marchetti, is there something on your mind?

the day i became a full-time employee at marchetti holdings i received a marriage instead of an employment package one year two million dollars my father's gambling debts would disappear i signed not for the money because it was dante the courthouse wedding took 11 minutes he wore a black suit with a crimson tie i wore a white dress i bought on sale when

When the judge said husband and wife, Dante's eyes trapped mine. For three seconds, he devoured me with his stare. That night, he carried my suitcase into the master bedroom of the Long Island estate. I changed into a lace nightgown, heart-hammering.

Seven years of dreaming, and finally, I was his wife.