No Ring, No Roses

Eight years of marriage. No wedding. No ring. No honeymoon. No idea, apparently, that any of that mattered. Cleo Amankwah signed a prenup in a lawyer's office on a Tuesday and has been introduced as "my colleague" ever since. So on her fortieth birthday she writes a list of everything she never got and leaves it on her husband's breakfast plate. Sebastian Ashworth runs a shipping empire. He can move four hundred thousand tonnes of cargo across an ocean. He cannot, it turns out, read a grocery receipt. He tries. He tries in the wrong order, at the wrong times, in the wrong country, and Cleo — who has just taken a job with his biggest rival — watches it all from across the water. Because she has one condition for staying married. And it isn't a ring. A billionaire marriage-in-crisis romance for anyone who has ever been somebody's afterthought.