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She Signed the Prenup. He Signed His Regret

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She walked into the divorce lawyer's office thinking she understood the deal. Five years of marriage. A prenup she signed on the day before the wedding because he promised it was just a formality. A marriage that started with champagne and ended with silence. When she signed those final papers, Katherine Hayes had nothing. No house. No savings. No company stock. He kept it all. His lawyer smiled like he'd won a war. Katherine promised herself she'd never need him again. But the universe has a twisted sense of humor. Three years later, James Devereaux's tech empire is crashing. His company Devereaux Technologies is bleeding money. His board is calling for his head. His reputation is fracturing. He's making reckless decisions, surrounding himself with people who don't understand his vision, and running his company like a man trying to punish himself. He needs a financial advisor. Someone brilliant. Someone ruthless. Someone who won't be intimidated by his name or his money. His board recommends Katherine Hayes, the woman who built herself up from nothing after losing everything. The woman who took her divorce settlement of fifty thousand dollars and turned it into a multi-million-dollar financial consultancy. The woman he used to love. Katherine's first instinct is to say no. To laugh in the face of the irony. Then her business partner tells her something that changes everything. James is going to hire someone else. Someone mediocre. Someone who will let his company die. And watching him fall apart from the outside will hurt more than watching him fall apart from up close. So Katherine agrees to a six-month contract. What she doesn't expect is the way James looks at her when she walks into the boardroom. Like she's the answer to a prayer he's been whispering in the dark. What James doesn't expect is that the woman he was too arrogant to fight for is still the person who understands him better than anyone alive. Over the next six months, their professional relationship becomes a minefield of hidden glances, tension that could light fires, and conversations that expose the parts of their hearts they've spent three years trying to bury. But Katherine made a promise to herself. She won't fall for him again. She won't be the woman who signs away her future for a man who sees her as another acquisition. And James made a promise to himself. He won't ask her to choose him over her safety this time. The question isn't whether they can fix his company. The question is whether they can fix what they broke. And if they do, will Katherine sign the contract that matters most? The one that says she's choosing him, not because she has to, but because she finally can.
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