Scrapping My Cheating Fiancée
Language: en
I never lost sleep over the thought of other men circling my fiancée. In our world, my reputation preceded me; no one with a pulse and an ounce of sense dared cross that line. Yet, returning from a six-month executive seminar in Europe, I pulled up to the corporate headquarters just in time to see a boy barely out of college sitting in the passenger seat of Helena’s Porsche. I didn’t storm over to tap on the glass. I simply instructed my executive assistant to arrange a private dinner that evening for Helena and every member of her inner circle. A disobedient woman can always be replaced.…