My husband served me divorce papers in our kitchen and called me “dead weight”—then walked into a gala with his mistress, unaware I was the true heir to the empire he spent his life chasing.

exactly as you requested.”

Perfect.

Downstairs, Daniel and Vanessa arrived soon after.

Vanessa wore a tightly fitted crimson gown covered in excessive sequins, while Daniel appeared tense despite his carefully maintained polish. Their assigned table sat partially concealed beside the kitchen service corridor, tucked behind a large decorative palm.

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