Wait, That Tycoon Likes Me?

Synopsis

The second they spray-painted that demolition sign on my childhood home, my husband shoved a property agreement in my face. Then the comments popped up before my eyes. [He knows she's getting 15 million for this place. Wants a "fake" divorce so he can run off with the other woman.] [The mistress's already three months pregnant. And the wife actually buys the "we need a bigger house" story.] I gripped the pen, listening to him ramble on about "doing this for our kids." [That billionaire developer buying up the whole block? Yeah, he's been obsessed with her for years.] [Bought the whole neighborhood just to be near her. But her husband's been tossing his love letters in the trash.] Wait—this guy's worth billions and he's been into me this whole time? I ripped that paper in half. Then I grabbed my husband's suitcase and threw it out the door. A leech who spends my money on his bastard's momma? He can rot under a bridge with the rest of the trash.