Stop Taking Me for Granted (Love, Crisis, Second Chances #3)

Damon never once said "I love you." Not at the wedding. Not in three years of marriage.

Mandy waited anyway. Then she stopped.

Now the city’s most ruthless divorce attorney — the man who’s built a career on winning — has to grovel his way back into the one case he can’t afford to lose: his own wife.

Mandy

My whole life, I waited for Damon Walker to actually choose me.

Turns out I was never the choice. I was the fallback.

Until I heard my husband promise his first love: " Mandy will understand. I’ll be there soon." That’s all it took to kill hope.

I drew up the papers myself. Took nothing from three years of marriage. Asked for exactly one thing: quick, and quiet.

Damon had other plans.

The man who built a career on never losing won’t sign. He wants a trial — fighting for a marriage he suddenly can’t stop defending, three years too late to matter.

Now I’m walking into a courtroom to end a marriage the whole city thought was perfect — and the only question left is whether Damon will finally lose something for once in his life, or lose me for good.

Damon

I never lost a case. Never lost an argument. Never once thought I could lose my own wife.

I built my life on being needed, admired, right. I told myself that was the same as being loved.

Mandy knew the difference. I didn’t — not until the night I chose being someone else’s hero over being her husband, and she signed her own way out of our marriage rather than wait for me to notice.

Now the applause means nothing. The wins mean nothing. I walked away from every case that made me somebody, and I’m starting over from zero — no reputation, no leverage, no guarantee she’ll ever look at me the way she used to.

I don’t know how to lose. I’m about to learn — one unglamorous act of humility at a time — because the only verdict I care about now is whether Mandy will let me back in.