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“Did you just marry the richest man in the country… by accident? How does that even happen?”

Delphinia sighed dramatically. “I know, I’m such an overachiever. But it’s easy, really. Step one: drink too much. Step two: find the perfect man. Step three: say ‘I do’ before he realizes I’m a walking disaster.”

“And the revenge?”

She raised her glass. “Served cold, with a diamond bigger than my ex’s ego.”

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After years trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage, Delphinia had one plan: leave her toxic past behind and never look back. But freedom isn’t as sweet as she’d hoped. With no family to turn to and no place to go, she crashes with her best friend…only to end up at a party where one too many drinks lead to one tiny (accidental) marriage to Evander Walton.

Handsome, rich, and absolutely off-limits, Evander is everything Delphinia thought she’d never have. And he has just one condition if she wants to break things off: she’ll have to pay him back…for the huge diamond ring she barely remembers accepting. Broke and in no position to negotiate, she’s got no choice but to play along with her accidental husband and the lavish life that comes with him.

Now she’s living in luxury, holding her head high, and plotting the sweetest revenge against the ex who tried to ruin her. Because if there’s one thing Delphinia knows, it’s that payback is best served in designer heels.

Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband

Ashton left his lunch untouched, his gaze fixed blankly ahead while his friend kept talking.

"Oh," Liam began, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in. "But do you guys know how parents make babies?"

The group fell silent for a moment, wide eyes darting around. The topic was one they hadn't openly discussed before, and the idea seemed both thrilling and mysterious.

"I know!" Olivia said, raising her hand like she was in class. Her pink-ribboned pigtails bounced as she spoke "They buy them at the baby shop."

Daniel snorted loudly, shaking his head. "That's not true, Olivia. My mom told me there's no such thing as a baby shop. Babies come from hospitals."

"Well, duh," Olivia shot back, crossing her arms. "But where do the hospitals get the babies? They have to buy them from the baby shop!"

The Process