His Mother Wore My Wedding Dress

She married him in his mother's dress, in his mother's house, under his mother's roof. Six years later she still hasn't found the door. Junie Bell thought she was marrying Grant Halloway. She was actually joining the Halloway estate — a house with more rooms than conversation, a staff trained to anticipate Vivienne, and a husband who is in Frankfurt, always, whenever it matters. Then Junie finds the ledger. An allowance paid to her for six years, drawn from a family trust, marked in Grant's own hand as a staff expense. She doesn't scream. She doesn't leave. She opens the carriage house, buys a kiln, and starts making things with her hands that no one has approved. But Vivienne Halloway has never lost a room. And this one is going to cost all three of them. A dark billionaire marriage-in-crisis romance about a wife who stops being grateful.