When My Husband Hit Rock Bottom, I Forced a Divorce. After My Death, He Wouldn't Let Go of My Body

I turned my back on Lucas Grant during his darkest hour, falling into the arms of his sworn enemy.

Yet Lucas humbled himself to the dust, begging me not to leave him.

Nestled in another man's embrace, I poured half a glass of wine over his head, my smile dripping with scorn and contempt:

"Let me go. I'm sick of being chased by debt collectors every day."

Utterly devastated, he left in disgrace.

Five years later, Lucas Grant made a triumphant comeback as a prominent overseas business tycoon.

On his first day back in the country, he brought his dream girl to settle scores with me.