Billionaire CEO: Sweety, Don't Divorce Me!

Alice Sterling had made a terrible mistake.

Last night, she ended up in bed with her boss-and it was intense.

Not just any boss. This was Edward Hawthorne-the wealthiest man in the capital and CEO of the GrandVerse Group.

Alice rushed out of the hotel, clutching her aching lower back as though fleeing for her life.

Damn it. She was a married woman, for heaven's sake.

But honestly, her first time had been. rough. Everything hurt-not just there, but her entire body felt bruised.

When she got home and looked in the mirror, she nearly gasped. Her neck, shoulders, arms-even her chest-were covered in marks. She drew a sharp breath.

Just how wild had the night been? It seemed he had left his mark on every part of her. Edward always seemed so cold and controlled in the office-who knew he'd be like that behind closed doors?

Tears welled in Alice's eyes. Her already pale face lost even more color as a horrifying truth sank in.

She'd slept with her boss. She'd cheated.

Yes, hers was a whirlwind marriage-they'd met only once, on the day they signed the papers. Then her husband flew overseas and vanished for two years. Still. she never meant to betray him.

Full of regret, Alice stepped into the shower. She threw on a high-necked blue sweater and loose white trousers, then sent a message to her all-but-absent husband.

As far as she knew, Edward was supposed to be on a business trip to Ancorum today-which meant he wouldn't be in the office. After confirming with the hotel and braving the full-body ache, Alice dragged herself to work.

She couldn't call in sick. That would look suspicious. Besides, she wouldn't see him anyway.

.Or so she thought.

The very next moment, a familiar voice spoke behind her: "Secretary Sterling, one iced Americano for Mr. Hawthorne, please."

Alice's eyes went wide. She spun around and saw a sharply dressed man in a suit and silver-rimmed glasses.

"Secretary Brooks. What did you just say?"

It was William Brooks-Edward's executive assistant, who was supposed to be with him in Ancorum. Yet here he was, standing calmly in the office. All the color drained from Alice's face.

Adjusting his glasses, William smiled politely. "I asked you to bring an iced Americano to Mr. Hawthorne. Is this a bad time?"

Mr. Hawthorne.

Alice shot up as if electrocuted. Her strained smile nearly broke. "I-I'm just surprised. I thought Mr. Hawthorne was in Ancorum. Why is he here?"

"Plans changed. He's not going anymore," William replied smoothly. Then, in his usual mild tone, he added, "He has some matters to attend to. Would you mind getting that coffee?"

"O-of course." Her voice trembled; her thoughts were in chaos. Biting her lip, she turned and hurried toward the break room.

Forget why Edward hadn't gone to Ancorum-she was more worried about last night.

They'd all been drunk. There was no way he remembered it was her. Besides, the hotel had assured her that