MADISON
I did something illegal. Don't ask. Now it's prison or agreeing to my ex-husband's ridiculous "date me" ultimatum. Judge Washington Babineaux is tall. Caramel. Judgy. And that sexy bald head is an entire violation.
But me? I'm BIG MAD.
No, he didn't cheat. We buried our son ... our baby ... and somehow Wash kept living. Kept smiling. Kept existing like the world didn't end. Meanwhile, I've been surviving on spite and boxed wine. So, I'll sip my drink, nurse my anger, and pretend my pulse doesn't act brand new every time he stares at me like he still owns me.
Spoiler alert: I may not keep my hands to myself.