Olivia stared down at the picture in her hand and then the marriage certificate. The audacity! The sheer, brazen audacity of that man to flash a grin as though this marriage was anything a travesty. As if she hadn't been coerced into this charade by his cunningness and threats. And to add insult to injury, he had to look devilishly handsome while doing it.
She hadn't missed the way the staff at the Civil affairs bureau had been glaring at her with jealousy. Their envious stares, questioning why such a man would choose her and dote over her. How had she never known that Seb Frost could give an Oscar winning performance of a doting and caring lover.