Goodbye, Toxic Ex: I'm Marrying My Boss!

I had been secretly married to my adoptive uncle, Julian Carter, for three years. We shared zero blood, but we shared a marriage certificate that no one else knew about.

At the Carter Foundation's annual charity gala, the family elders were busy trying to set me up on blind dates.

Julian stood in the center of the crowd, lazily swirling his red wine. He even smiled and chimed in:

"It's about time. You're not getting any younger, Maya."

"I'll personally pick a reliable guy for you."

In my past life, he had said the exact same words.