Chapter 1

Billionaire Ethan Foster used his own body to shield me from an out-of-control car.

He lay in a pool of blood, his suit soaked in red.

"Lana, now you owe me a life."

"You'll never be able to repay it in this lifetime."

He was the youngest person to take control of the Foster family—a man who held power over life and death, noble yet cold-hearted.

But for me, he'd eat street food with me in run-down neighborhoods.

After we married, he tattooed my name over the scar on his collarbone, calling it his badge of honor, something he'd remember forever.

Until that day when I came home early and pushed open the master bedroom door.

He had a woman pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, biting her earlobe as he laughed softly.

"Baby, don't bite so tight."

The man who once risked his life for me was making another woman cry in my bed on our wedding anniversary.

I didn't cry.

I didn't make a scene.

I just silently removed the ring from my finger.

"Ethan Foster, I don't want you anymore."