I Took Down My Cheating Ex with His Seven Mistresses

Nicholas Vanderbilt walked in like a king, convinced the crown still belonged to him.

Arrogant. Unbothered.

Trailing behind was his newest trophy.

Mistress number eight. Four-inch stilettos, lashes heavy enough to shade a room, and a smirk that thought she’d won.

Valerie Smith.

I didn’t even flinch. I was too focused on my poker hand, surrounded by the other seven women he’d once called 'irresistible,' when Nicholas slapped a crisp divorce agreement on the table like it was supposed to shake me.