The Betrayed Wife's Billion-Dollar RevengeChapter 1

After his first affair, Adam James developed a sudden, violent case of mysophobia. He took no fewer than eight showers a day.

By the ninth, he would scrub until his skin turned raw and bright red, nearly flaying himself alive.

I had rushed over then, wrapping my arms around him.

"Stop washing," I pleaded. "I forgive you. Isn't that enough?"

Adam dropped the showerhead and fell to his knees. He slapped his own face, over and over, the sound echoing off the tiles.

"I'm a fucking bastard," he sobbed. "I've wronged you, Layla."

Tonight, Adam took me to a banquet hosted by a business partner.

I drank too much. Needing air, I stepped outside—only to see him guiding Lola Henson into the backseat of our car.

With trembling hands, I pulled up the in-car surveillance on my phone. Two tangled bodies filled the screen.

My mind went blank. Adam's voice, hoarse with lust, filtered through the speakers.

"Baby, I missed you so much!"

He held her tight, his breath ragged.

"Just to make Layla believe I'd changed, I've been living like a monk for a whole month!"

The words barely left his mouth before they were tearing at each other's clothes.

My phone slipped from my fingers, hitting the pavement with a crack. The screen shattered.

So all this time, Adam James had been lying to me.

But it doesn't matter, I thought, a cold calm settling over me. Because I've been lying to him, too.

I picked up the cracked phone and dialed.

"Proceed with the original plan," I said. "I want Adam James left with nothing."

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I stood in the biting wind for two hours before the car finally stopped rocking.

The door opened. I forced my numb legs forward.

Adam stepped out, satisfied smile in place. His tie was crooked, the top buttons of his shirt undone.

"I went to the third floor to discuss project details with our partner," he said smoothly. "Sleepy? Let's get you home."

He wrapped an arm around my waist like nothing had happened.

But the hickeys blazing red on his neck made my stomach turn.

I shoved him away and stumbled to the roadside, retching. Acid burned my throat as I threw up everything I'd drunk.

Adam patted my back. "Told you to drink less. Now look at you."

The image of his naked body on that screen flashed through my mind. His fake concern was the last straw. I spun around and slapped him hard across the face.