I Don't Do Mercy: The Ex Who Knelt

Adrian Carter was my husband.

He was making out with his secretary in my car, leaving stains all over my son Ethan Bennett's seat.

When I walked in on them, he didn't show the slightest remorse. Instead, he sneered at me, "What, can't take it? Our marriage was nothing but a contract!"

It wasn't until I froze his billion-dollar deal, smashed his luxury watch, and threw the divorce papers at him in front of everyone that I finally said, "I, Grace Bennett, won't take anything that's been sullied!"

He fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

Too late.