My Ex Chose His Mistress, the Billionaire Heir Chose MeChapter 1

It was Labor Day weekend, and Les Henson insisted on stopping at an abandoned highway rest stop. Said the car was stuffy, said he needed to stretch his legs. He'd be right back. I sat in the car for twenty minutes, dread climbing in my chest, then went looking for him.

And there, behind the abandoned gas station, I saw him kissing Lila Bennett.

She was curled against him, her voice sweet and shameless: "Exciting, isn't it? Your wife's sitting in the car and you're out here fooling around with me?"

Les let out a low laugh. "You little temptress. Keep it down. Don't go upsetting my wife."

I stood at the corner, and suddenly I was back in the year he'd been pursuing me—

I told him the thing I hated most in this world was cheating. That my father had destroyed my mother that way.

He'd said: "Hope Swanson, I will never do that to you. If I do, you can deal with me however you want."

Now he'd done it.

So everything I'd given him—

It was time to take it back.

——

I answered a phone call, then turned and walked back toward the parking lot.

"Hope!" Les shouted behind me.

I didn't stop.