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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 dining room of the Harrington estate was bathed in the soft glow of a chandelier, the golden light casting elegant shadows across the polished mahogany table. A quiet tension hung in the air as Robert and Helena sat opposite each other, their dinner plates only half-touched. The room, though opulent, felt heavy with an unacknowledged strain, one that had only grown more apparent in recent months.

Lyvia sat quietly in the middle, her fork idly pushing around a piece of roasted potato on her plate. The silence stretched between them, interrupted only by the occasional clink of silverware against fine china.

Helena took a slow sip of her wine, her gaze flickering between Robert and Lyvia. She exhaled softly, setting the glass down with a quiet clink. "Well," she said, her tone light but edged with something unreadable, "this is lively."

Divided Loyalties