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I told him as he reeled in pain, "And, Next time, learn how to talk to a lady, bloody asshole." My smile never left my face and I walked through the crowd, a space demarcated for me to pass through as I did, leaving the entire Hall stunned. That was how I met my cheating husband, Daniel Carter.

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Only then would I be able to match up to her ex. Kristine didn't know this, but I had done a little research on her supposedly ex-husband. It was crazy what I discovered. I had been intimidated, not going to lie. I had found out her bastard ex wasn't just a multi-billionaire, but he also owned an entire empire. His chains of businesses were all across the world. He was a renowned business tycoon, unlike me, who was still finding my roots.

“And does that make me any worse than you? Have you suddenly forgotten that you cheated on me and left me for my twin sister?” My eyes blazed as I glared at Max who instantly went silent and looked away. Coward! “Come on, guys. Quit arguing,” said Susan. She took my hand. “Thank you for donating blood. But I have a question. When are you going to introduce him to me? I couldn’t even see his face clearly. Is he a billionaire too?” Before I could answer, Max burst out laughing. “Billionaire my foot! He’s just a pauper who works for a tech company. I bet his salary is way less than what I make in a sec—“

I said, not sure what the big deal was. “You realize I take their full names down when I book the appointments, don't you?” “Jesus, you live under a rock, don't you?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She thrust her phone toward me, open to a news story about him. “Holy shit,” I said, grabbing the phone from her. “You don't think it's him, do you?” “I told you a millionaire was going to walk through those doors one day,” Mina said. “Only he's a billionaire. You got his number, right?” I paused and stared down at the phone for a long moment, hardly able to believe any of this.

To prove to them that I'd married well, I'd lived with him in a cramped basement apartment -- sweltering in summer, freezing in winter. In those early days of scraping and hustling, we had no money. For half a month straight, we survived on bread and water. I never complained. I stood by him through every miserable day. I begged my father to let him manage a subsidiary of Ashford Corporation. And he delivered. Within a year, he'd established himself at the company. During that same year, I stayed home trying to conceive. The medications, the injections -- I'd lost count of them all. "Let go of my sweetheart. Or I'll post your private photos online."

June arrived with heat and humidity. The kind of weather that made you want to sit still and do nothing. Catherine said the garden loved it. Doris said the garden was welcome to it. Maple dug a hole under the porch and refused to come out. Marmalade sat on the porch railing and watched the world with lazy eyes. I sat on the swing. The oak tree gave shade. A breeze moved through the leaves. I had my laptop open. The novel was published. The Secret Billionaire I Married. My name on the cover. My story inside.

"If you're talking about money, you know I am not into---" "I know." He cut me by putting his index finger on my lips. "But you have no choice, Sophia Yzabelle Kelley because you're married to me and you married one of the top billionaires in California." He winked at me and God knows how much I wanted to smack the arrogant smile playing on his lips. "So, you really owned this mansion?" "We, sweetheart, owned this mansion."

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.