On our 15th anniversary, my husband arrived with his secretary on his arm. "She understands me better than you ever did," he said in front of 200 guests. Everyone waited for me to cry. I just smiled. Then the restaurant owner walked over, handed me a set of keys, and asked, "Madam, should i remove them from your property?"

Synopsis

The moment Adrian walked into our anniversary dinner with another woman on his arm, I knew he had planned my humiliation down to the last champagne glass. What he did not know was that every chandelier above him, every marble tile beneath his shoes, and every locked office upstairs belonged to me. Two hundred guests filled the grand ballroom of Bellmont…