Chapter 1

My husband's first love has the same diamond ring on her ring finger as I do. I opened my mouth, ready to demand a divorce.

"But the supercar you ordered will be delivered next month," Ethan said casually. I swallowed the word "divorce" back down.I clenched my fists, the word "divorce" sliding back down my throat like a bitter pill. I could endure this, just a little longer, for the car that would be mine, but only until next month.

"I bought a cute little bunny outfit. Make sure you're home early tonight, honey," I said, flashing him a smile. Ethan leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "Of course, babe. I can't wait to see your little bunny outfit."

I saw Lily White's latest Instagram story: "Finally back in the States, everything feels so familiar." The post was accompanied by a photo taken at a Starbucks in Manhattan. But what caught my eye was the hand peeking out from the bottom right corner of the photo—a pale, slender hand with long fingers, wearing the same ring as mine.

Ethan was there with her.

I couldn’t believe it. Lily had barely returned, and he couldn’t wait to rush over to see her.

I got out of the Jacuzzi in our Malibu beach house and began my usual skincare routine. Thanks to Ethan's hard work over the years, I've enjoyed the life of a pampered princess. But now that his first love is back, it looks like my reign is coming to an end. Might as well enjoy it while I can.

I was sure I'd be alone tonight, but as I drifted off to sleep, a warm body slipped into bed beside me…

The next morning, I woke up, lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. Divorce! I need to divorce him, or I’ll be dead before I hit thirty!

I reached out for my phone to check the time—11 a.m. Typical Ethan.

"You're awake? Stop lying around and get up for breakfast!" Ethan called, opening the door. He was still wearing the black apron I had bought him, looking every bit like a doting househusband. Ugh, where’s the tough CEO I married?