Divorcing My CEO Husband for My Billionaire Best Friend

At the company's year-end banquet, right in front of three hundred employees, my husband slapped his new assistant on the backside.

I walked out of the banquet hall, called my OB-GYN, and booked an abortion.

Then I called my lawyer to have divorce papers drawn up.

Mason received the papers and sent me a furious message, his anger practically bleeding through the screen.

"What is this? You're doing all this just because my hand accidentally brushed Chloe’s butt?"

I held up my phone and played an audio clip of a woman's seductive moans.