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On the day the substitute contract expired, Damian Blackwood handed me the divorce papers. "She is back. It is time for you to go."

I signed with a smile, turned around, and ran toward the airport—where someone who had waited ten years for me was standing.

Later, at a charity auction, Damian bid thirty million for a piece on my behalf, only for my fiancé to take the stage with a gracious smile:

"My deepest thanks to Mr. Blackwood for footing the bill for the engagement gift I chose for my wife."

Under the spotlight, Damian became the laughingstock of the evening, while I was being gently kissed by the man I loved.