Broken Vows, Billion-Dollar Ruin

Brandon Hayes slammed a hundred-million-dollar check right across my face.

For the twenty-eighth time, he was demanding a divorce—all to give his precious mistress a legal title.

"Serena, a hundred million in cash is enough for you to live in luxury for ten lifetimes."

"Chloe is pregnant. I will not allow my firstborn child to enter this world as a bastard."

Disgust dripped from Brandon’s eyes, his tone laced with venomous impatience.

"Don't be ungrateful."

I looked at this man—the very man I had spent eight agonizing years building up from literal dirt into a corporate CEO—and I smiled.