His Cold Revenge, A Hidden Love

For three years, I made my husband, Kane Chandler's, life a living hell. The day my family went bankrupt, he became a billionaire and handed me divorce papers.

"My true love has returned," he said coldly. "I have no more use for you."

To save my desperate family, I was forced to accept his cruel offer: become his live-in mistress. I had to serve him and his perfect new girlfriend, Astrid, in the penthouse that was once my home, enduring his cold, calculated revenge every single day.

But then I stumbled upon a devastating secret. His "true love" Astrid was secretly plotting with his brother, Cade-the man I once adored-to destroy him from the inside.

Astrid begged me to steal a file from Kane's safe, claiming it was the only way to save him from blackmail. I agreed, ready to sacrifice myself to set him free. I never imagined this was the final move in a twisted, three-year-long test of love he had designed just for me.

Chapter 1

Callie Fry POV:

I was married to Kane Chandler for three years, and for one thousand and ninety-five days, I made his life a living hell. On the one thousand and ninety-sixth day, he became a billionaire, and handed me divorce papers.

He did it in the lobby of what used to be my father' s company headquarters, a sleek glass tower overlooking Central Park. He didn't even have the decency to take me to his new, sprawling office. He just stood there, flanked by lawyers in suits that probably cost more than my first car, and slid the papers across the marble concierge desk.

"Sign them, Callie," he said, his voice as cold and smooth as the polished stone between us. "My true love has returned. I have no more use for you."

My true love. The words were a punch to the gut, stealing the air from my lungs.

For three years, our marriage had been a transaction, a business deal signed in shame and sealed with mutual resentment. It was never about love. It started at a frat party during our senior year at Columbia. I was the queen of the New York socialite scene, the untouchable heiress of the Fry real estate empire. He was… Kane Chandler. The quiet, overlooked older brother of the man I actually wanted, Cade Chandler.

Cade was the sun-the golden boy, captain of the football team, the one every girl dreamed of. Kane was his shadow, a bookish introvert who spent more time in the library than at parties. But that night, fueled by too many shots of tequila and a fight with Cade, I ended up in the wrong brother' s room.

The next morning, the pictures were everywhere. Me, Callie Fry, stumbling out of Kane Chandler's dorm room, looking disheveled and ruined. My family's reputation, built on generations of pristine public images, was on the verge of collapsing.

My father, a man who valued perception above all else, was furious.