I planned the perfect tenth-anniversary dinner.
His first wife showed up for dessert.
Ten years. I built Marcus Hale from a struggling contractor into the king of Westbrook Development.
I signed the loans. I charmed his investors.
I buried my own career so his could breathe.
And every one of those nights he came home late "from the site," he was going home — to her.
The wife he never divorced. The house I never knew existed. The son who has his eyes.
Marcus doesn’t even apologize. He tells me to be reasonable. He tells me the company was always in his name anyway, that I’d walk away with nothing, that no one would believe the quiet second wife over the celebrated CEO.
He forgot who wrote his contracts.
He forgot whose signature sits on every permit, every loan, every offshore account he thinks I never found.
By Friday, his investors are mine. By Monday, his empire has a new name on the door — and the devastating, silver-eyed rival CEO who helped me take it all is asking what I’m doing for the rest of my life.
Marcus took ten years from me. I’ll take everything else.
A complete, fast-burn revenge romance novella with a cheating husband who loses it ALL, a heroine who rises, a swoon-worthy upgrade, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger.
