Ruining Both My Billionaire Husbands
Language: en
To provide for my unborn child, I took a high-paying job I would have normally turned down: catching a cheater in the act. The location was a luxury hotel downtown, hosting a high-profile wedding. I expected a routine surveillance gig. But when I saw my client’s face, my heart skipped a beat. It was Zack, my ex-husband. We’d been divorced for five years. Seeing him brought back the memory of that day five years ago—him with his arm around his mistress, telling me he’d finally found "the one." I couldn't help but let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Zack. Look at you. How does it feel to be on…