After betrayed, I married the man in the Forbes

Haven Peters had been in love with Joshua West for ten years. To everyone who knew them, she was nothing more than his devoted shadow—always hanging around, ready at his beck and call. Haven’s grip tightened on her car keys as she pushed the door open.

In her casual, soft outfit she still turned heads, her skin glowing smooth as silk, but under all these bright party lights, she felt like a fraud. Like she’d wandered straight into a world she never belonged in. Holding her breath, she stepped toward the man lounging on the living room couch.

Joshua was in a crisp tailored suit, the top three buttons of his white shirt popped open to show off his toned chest, the dip of his Adam’s apple bobbing with every slow breath. He’d slung his tie lazily over his eyes, one hand curled around a glass of whiskey, a cocky, mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

“Where is everyone? Go get them for me,” he demanded, yanking the person next to him closer. A bright, fresh citrus scent tickled his nose. It was familiar—cut right through all the fancy expensive colognes lingering in the room.

He set his drink down, curled his hand around the waist of the person beside him, and leaned in to kiss them.

The car key bit harder into Haven’s palm, its metal edge leaving a deep, clear print in her skin. Just when she’d finally tracked Joshua down, he was already wrapped around someone else, not even bothering to hide that he didn’t care about the vows he’d taken. They were husband and wife, for God’s sake. PDA was nothing new to him—unless it was with me, she thought. The bitter reality settled heavy in her chest.

When his tie slipped off his eyes, Joshua realized the person in front of him was Haven. He pushed her away on instinct, his face hardening into a dark scowl. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?”

A sharp, mocking laugh bounced off the room’s walls, stabbing straight through Haven’s heart like a splinter of ice.

“I didn’t just show up out of nowhere. Your text brought me here,” Haven shot back, trying to cling to her composure even when all the curious stares and quiet whispers pressed down on her like a weight.

Joshua picked up on the shift in the air, and his frown deepened. “Who told you to come here? Who were you holding just now?”

Right on her words, the private room door swung open. Louisa Scott sauntered straight toward Joshua in a tight burgundy bodycon dress, acting like Haven wasn’t even in the room. A smug smirk tugged at her red lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was just touching up my makeup. Aren’t we gonna toast, baby?”

Watching her husband kiss another woman was more than Haven could bear. She stood frozen to the spot, a cold chill creeping all the way down