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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

Delphinia kept her expression composed, despite the unpleasant tone in the woman's voice. She offered a polite smile and extended a hand. "I'm Delphinia," she said, keeping her voice steady.

The woman eyed her with thinly veiled curiosity before shaking her hand lightly, as if she were afraid of catching something contagious. "Renata Sinclair," she introduced herself with an air of superiority. "I'm Jason's mom."

Before Delphinia could respond, Renata tilted her head slightly, studying her. "You look very young," she remarked. "How old are you, dear?"

Delphinia's smile didn't waver. "I'm twenty-four."

Renata's eyebrows shot up, and a few of the other mothers nearby turned their heads, clearly intrigued. "Twenty-four?" she repeated, dragging out the words as if she needed extra time to process them. Then, with a dramatic pause, she added, "That means you must have had Ashton when you were… what? Seventeen? Eighteen?"

Battle of Words