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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

Kai stormed into his house, his grip on the large envelope so tight that his knuckles turned white. His entire body vibrated with rage, his mind clouded with fury. He didn't bother to remove his coat or loosen his tie. The front door swung open with such force that it slammed against the wall, the loud bang echoing through the house.

His chest heaved as he stood there, eyes darting around the entryway, desperately searching for any sign of her. The house was silent, too quiet, the kind of silence that made everything feel heavier. His grip on the envelope was so tight, the paper was beginning to crease under his fingers, but he didn't care. He was beyond caring.

"Adalaine!" His voice tore through the stillness, sharp and jagged, like a blade slicing through the air. He didn't care if she heard the anger in his tone. He needed answers, and he needed them now.

The silence stretched on. No answer.

Breaking Point