Betrayed. Reborn. Revenge.

For the first time, a female intern appeared beside my husband—the CEO who had always kept his distance from women.

She looked harmless, sweet even, with a pair of wide, innocent eyes that begged for guidance. And Nathaniel Langford gave it to her—step by step, patiently, until he drowned in the glow of her worship.

She was spoiled. She pouted and insisted on a high-end custom bag—the kind with my name engraved on it.

Nathaniel chuckled indulgently.

“This is the first time she’s asked me for something,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Baby, you already have too many bags.