After divorcing the entitled heir of the corporation, I swiftly moved on to marry the powerful head of the corporation.

I stumbled upon a message from another woman on his phone:

"I got a new dress. Want to come over tonight and see it?"

The photo attached showed a skimpy piece of black lace, barely covering anything.

Enraged, I confronted him. He brushed it off as a joke with a coworker, even turning it on me, suggesting I was making something out of nothing. Worse, he insinuated I had something going on with his brother.

So, I actually turned to his brother.

His brother is 6'2", muscular, handsome, wealthy, and influential. I wasn't really at a loss.

**Chapter 1**