The Wedding Date Approaches, and I Turn Around to Marry the Richest Man in New York

The wedding countdown stood at twenty-two days when I walked in on Liam Hayes and his secretary, Chloe, tangled together, stark naked, in my own bed.

My fury erupted, and I demanded to break up right there, cancelling our long-planned wedding.

Liam fell to his knees, begging me, claiming it was just one drunken mistake with Chloe. He swore I was the only one he ever loved, that I shouldn't negate our ten years together over a single error. My heart softened at his desperate pleas and tear-soaked face, and I decided to give him one more chance.