Chapter 1

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband’s childhood friend posted a photo of a massive, canary-yellow diamond ring on her Instagram.

The caption read: "Thank you to my favorite guy for the amazing promotion gift!"

I stared at the sparkling yellow diamond in shock. It was identical to the family heirloom my grandmother had left me. Unable to contain myself, I left a single question mark in the comments.

A second later, my phone rang. It was my husband, Ethan Carter.

"Chloe, what is your problem?" Ethan snapped the moment I picked up. "I bought a little ring for my assistant as a promotion gift. Why are you being so passive-aggressive in her comments?"

"Besides, that yellow diamond of yours has been gathering dust in the safe anyway. You never even wear it."

Through the receiver, I could hear soft, theatrical sniffling in the background.

A few minutes later, another post popped up on my Instagram feed.

Hailey Miller had posted another photo—this time, of a massive bouquet of 9,999 red roses.

Ethan commented: *The flowers are beautiful, but you’re stunning.*

Hailey replied: *Love makes a girl bloom.*

Watching the two of them flirt shamelessly in public, I didn't waste another tear.

I opened my contacts and called the top divorce lawyer in the city.

This time, I was going to strip Ethan Carter of every single penny he owned.

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