Left My Billionaire, Married His Rival

That night, Tristan Sterling shoved me out of his car, my clothes in disarray, my skin covered with fresh love bites.

People on the sidewalk raised their phones and whispered,

"Isn't that the Vance heiress? Did Tristan Sterling get tired of her and dump her on the side of the road?"

I bit my lip until I tasted blood, hailed a cab, and told the driver to follow his car.

I needed to see the woman who could make him abandon me without a second thought.

Half an hour later, through the hotel window, I watched him take off his coat and gently wrap it around a woman wearing nothing but pajamas…