I love weddings and wedding cake, but this wedding is one I wish I’d missed.
It’s worth it because I get thirty percent of his company if I can survive this marriage. But that’s a big, giant if.

And no, before you ask if we had a passionate night of hate and lust on our wedding night, think again.
Wolf is doing everything in his power to make me call it quits on our marriage.
My husband *eye roll* made me pitch a tent in his living room, stole my pretzel dog, and he won’t even let me use his freaking kitchen!

And you thought being married to a hot billionaire was glamorous.

The only way I’m surviving the marriage is with cake. And wine. And did I mention cake?
Smeared all over me as I flash Wolf in the kitchen…

Uh, wait! That was a mistake!

Also, why is he suddenly looking like he found something tasty in this marriage after all?