Kimberly_Rossi

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She Loved Him. He Betrayed Her. Now She's Back... And She's Not Alone. 

For three years, Heather Remington poured her heart, soul, and every ounce of love into her marriage with Caius Thorne—the man she thought was her forever. But loving him was never enough… not when his heart belonged to someone else—her own stepsister.

Shattered by betrayal, Heather walked away… but she didn’t leave empty-handed.

She carried a secret that could change everything.

Now, five years later, Heather is back—famous, powerful, and no longer the naive woman who once begged for his love.

Caius made the biggest mistake of his life, and now he wants her back.
But Heather has learned the hard way—second chances come with conditions.

Can love rise from the ashes of heartbreak?
Or will Heather's secret destroy them both?

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Excerpt 

He stepped closer, his voice soft. "Come back to me. I'll make you the most sort after actress on the planet."

He had made a grave mistake, he cared for someone else who wasn't his wife and had lost the woman he truly loved.

This man, he doesn't know. "I'm already the most sort after actress." she thought. Leaving him was the best decision she made for herself.
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If you love redemption arcs, angsty romance, and strong, empowered heroines—this one's for you.

Warning: Mature themes, intense emotions, and characters that will frustrate and captivate you. 

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THE LOST HEIRESS RETURNS AFTER DIVORCE

Heather winced as she removed the broken heel from her foot, rubbing her sore ankle gently with the tips of her fingers.

The pain throbbed with each pulse of her heart, but not as loudly as the emotion surging in her chest. Anger. Disgust. And something else she didn't want to name.

She glanced up and found Caius crouched in front of her, reaching for her foot again, as though he had any right to touch her.

The sight of him so close—pretending to be helpful, pretending to care—made her stomach twist.

"If you hadn't run your mouth," she hissed, "this wouldn't have happened."

He didn't answer. He just looked at her, his eyes unreadable, the same way they had been moments earlier—right before he dropped the news that she'd be staying at the Thorne residence now.

Because, according to him, he owned everything.

And because, according to him, she was going to be his wife.

Consent or Control