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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

The grand ballroom was bathed in golden light, its towering chandeliers casting a soft glow over the sea of impeccably dressed guests. The air was thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume, mingling with the subtle aroma of aged wine. The murmur of polite conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the clinking of champagne glasses all melded into an overwhelming symphony of celebration.

Delphinia stood in the center of it all, draped in an exquisite wedding gown that felt more like a burden than a dream. The bodice was tight, suffocating her ribs with every breath, and the long lace sleeves clung to her skin, making her feel trapped. The skirt flared out elegantly, trailing behind her in delicate folds, but despite its beauty, she felt as if she were sinking beneath its weight. The glittering tiara atop her head was heavy, pressing down on her as though it were a crown of thorns rather than a symbol of joy.

A Cage