I went to surprise my billionaire husband at his office. Instead, I discovered he'd replaced our wedding photograph with another woman's portrait.
Ten years of marriage. Erased from his wall as easily as I had been erased from his heart.
Her name was Ines. The beautiful young artist his mother adored. The woman he spent countless evenings with while I waited alone in our penthouse.
He called her an investment. A family friend. Nothing to worry about.
Then I found his secret sketchbook.
Page after page of her face. Drawn by the husband who told me he'd given up art years ago.
And when I discovered he'd spent $412,000 supporting her life and career, something inside me finally broke.
So I packed my suitcase and walked away.
Suddenly, the billionaire who barely noticed me was begging. Promising to change. Offering everything he once refused to give me.
But I'd spent years begging him to see me.
Now that I'm finally walking away, why is he looking at me like I'm the only woman he's ever loved?
There is no cheating in this book.
