Secret Billionaire Replaced His Unfaithful Wife
Language: en
My wife, Kennedy, brought her executive assistant to the family gala. His name was Luca. We had agreed to keep our marriage quiet—a "professional necessity," she called it—but watching them tonight, you’d think they were the ones celebrating an anniversary. I stood by the buffet, a ghost in my own life, watching Luca pick a pickled olive from his martini. He made a face, feigning disgust at the tartness, and then, with a laugh that grated on my nerves, he held it up to Kennedy’s lips. She didn't flinch. She opened her mouth and ate it, right off his fingertips. I felt a physical snap in my…