I Married My Taxi Driver to Get Revenge on My Ex—The Next Morning, He Showed Me a Photo That Changed Everything

black sedan pulled up. The driver stepped out to open my door — tall, with tousled dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a faint shadow along his jaw.
“Camille?” he asked.
I nodded.
He glanced at my untouched takeout box. “Do you need a ride, or are you escaping from something?”
Despite myself, I laughed. “A little of both.”
His name was Reid Mercer.
As he drove,continue reading …