No Second Chances for My Billionaire Ex

On our fifteenth wedding anniversary, Ethan’s mistress showed up at my doorstep.

She played a video of their intimacy right in front of my face.

It was filmed in our own bedroom.

Ethan was holding Amber, whispering over and over again how much he loved her.

Amber caressed her flat stomach. "I’m pregnant. It's his."

I froze. "And?"

She smirked with pure provocation. "Ethan said he wants me to keep the baby."

I didn’t break down the way she wanted me to.

I even smiled and told her, "Okay."

I just thought to myself—love really does have an expiration date.