The Million-Dollar Consultant Was His Ex-Wife

The night our daughter underwent appendicitis surgery, Ethan Carter’s assistant delivered me a divorce agreement.

On TV, his interview was airing live. He proudly declared that his company’s system was “unbreakable,” the watch I gifted him gleaming on his wrist.

What he didn’t know was that I had written that system six years ago.

For years, I believed I simply wasn’t good enough for him to love me.

Until a woman named Mia sent me photos of herself wearing the silk robe I bought, crimson marks blooming along her collarbone.