Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

MIA'S POV

"Bitch!" I hissed as the call disconnected and I tossed my phone on the hotel bed.

"I'll show her a lesson she won't forget."

I paced the room, wondering what to do.

Never would I forget that day four years ago when I heard Adam and Emily were getting engaged. He and I only had a small argument and separated for a few days, only for me to hear the bombshell. I felt so betrayed.

We'd fought before, of course, but this time I stormed out, declaring I needed space. But I knew we would get back together after a few days.

Instead, barely a week later, I received the news that shattered my world. My boyfriend was getting married to my best friend! I nearly died when I heard it.

I couldn't bear to see them together, so I ran off to Europe. Paris, Rome, London, I traveled to different places just so I would forget my heartache. But no matter how many places I went; how many parties I attended; how many glasses of champagne I downed or how many designer dresses I bought, I was never able to heal.

It was pure chance that brought me back into Adam's orbit. A chance encounter at a rooftop bar in Manhattan, four years after I'd fled. I'd almost walked right past him, but his laugh-that rich, warm sound I'd once loved so much-had stopped me in my tracks.

Our eyes had met across the crowded bar, and at that moment, I knew. The spark was still there. I could see it in the way he gazed at me when we saw each other again after four years.

Adam had tried to play it cool, of course. He'd greeted me politely, asked about my travels, and made small talk about mutual acquaintances. But I could read between the lines that he still liked me. He was only holding back because of Emily. He didn't love her, she took him from me.

It was then that I made my decision. I would make Adam realize what he'd given up. He had to realize what he'd been missing all these years. I would remind him of the passion we'd once shared and our connection.

Our "chance" encounters became

more frequent after that. I made sure to show up at events I knew Adam would attend, always looking my absolute best. I'd brush past him, letting my hand linger on his arm just a moment too long. I'd dean in close to whisper in his ear about how good he looked in his tuxedo.

And then came the night that changed everything.

We'd both had too much to drink at a party or at least, that's what Adam would tell himself later. I, however, knew exactly what I was doing.

I wore a sexy dress to that party, and all night, I could feel Adam's eyes on me. He seemed both hungry and conflicted.

Later that night when I was sure he'd had enough champagne to make him lose his mind, I made my move. I cornered Adam in an alcove secluded from watching eyes.

I undid the wrap of my dress and fully bared myself to him.

The look on Adam's face was worth every second of planning. He stared at me from head to toe, drinking me in like a man dying of thirst. I still remember how he grabbed me that day pushed me against a wall fucked me so hard while telling me how much he missed me. He told me that not even Emily could make him feel the way I did.

But Adam was a gentleman. So the next morning when he realized what had happened between us, he started to apologize that he wasn't in his right mind at the time and it was just the alcohol. He said we should forget about it and pretend like it never happened. But knew he was only trying to be a devoted

husband; he still loved me.

I convinced him that we could still be together. It would be our little secret. And so we started an affair. He would claim to be on business trips, in public, but the business was always right by my side.

But it was never enough. I needed him to be fully mine. I didn't want him having to sneak around just to spend time with me and I didn't want to keep on calling him my man in private. It was clear he loved me, not Emily, but he was too soft to call off his marriage.

Which was why I had to take it upon myself to tell Emily. To be honest, I never planned on revealing our affair yet. But seeing Emily, so smug and self-assured in her role as Adam's wife pushed me over the edge. I wanted to hurt her the way she had hurt me all those years ago.