Love Turned to Ash: He Cheated Again, So I Took His Empire

On the third anniversary of our marriage, Adrian Griffin had a new face in his passenger seat.

This time, I, Audrey Lawson, didn't storm over to tear them apart. I didn't scream or demand explanations.

I simply went home and poured the dinner I had spent the entire afternoon preparing into the trash.

The housekeeper tried to stop me. "Mrs. Griffin, you worked all afternoon on those dishes..."

I wiped my hands, my voice flat. "It's cold. I don't want it anymore."

Not the food. Not the man I had once given up my career to marry.