Divorced, Blackmailed, and Married to a Billionaire HeirChapter 1

Kevin Henson saved my life three times, so I gave him three chances to fail me.

On our wedding day, he showed up at the altar with lipstick stains barely hidden beneath his collar and a neck mottled with hickeys. I pretended not to see.

The second time, paparazzi caught him leaving a hotel with some lounge singer.

I smashed his car. I slapped him so hard his lip split and bled. I filed for divorce—then spent the night dancing at a club until my feet went numb.

Kevin got word of it. He bought out the entire venue just to trash it, then went live across every platform to beg my forgiveness. He swore he'd changed. Swore he'd be the husband I deserved.

My family pressured me. I caved.

But the day my mother was driven to jump off our rooftop by my father's mistress and her daughter? Kevin vanished.

When I finally tracked him down, he had his arm around my father's illegitimate child, clinking glasses with friends like it was just another Friday night.

"Kev, didn't you swear you were done messing around?" one of his buddies laughed. "Aren't you afraid Fern Sullivan's gonna lose it on you?"

Kevin snorted, utterly unbothered.

"Christina's practically family. She got a scare today—what's wrong with comforting her a little?"

He swirled his drink. "Besides, you know how Fern is. She always makes a big scene, then lets it go. Even if she finds out, she'll forgive me. She always does."

But Kevin—you just used your last chance.

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I drew a slow breath and pushed open the door.

The noise in the private room died instantly. Someone scrambled to kill the music.

The moment Kevin saw me, he shot to his feet. A flicker of panic crossed his face before he smoothed it over.

"Babe—what are you doing here? Is the funeral all taken care of?"

He gestured vaguely toward Christina. "She was really shaken up. I figured she's your sister, and you were so busy, so I brought her out to get her mind off things—"

Sister.

The word curdled in my stomach.

"Kevin." My voice came out flat. Dead. "Did you drink yourself stupid, or did you just forget why my mother is dead?"

Today was supposed to be my parents' twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

Instead, my father's mistress and her daughter showed up at our door. They called it a "congratulations visit." It was a declaration of war.