Mr. Sterling, Your Ex-wife is a Famous CEO

Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor’s dirty secret.

What the world never knew was that she’d also been his wife.

Or that the man she loved—and the son she gave everything for—chose another woman over her.

Now, she’s back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires.

Her newest client? The Sterling Group.

Her ex-husband’s empire.

Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both.

But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can’t pay.

Because this time, she’s not here to save him.

She’s here to ruin him.

Betrayal On The Matrimonial Bed

“Umm…Uugh.. Aaah…” The voice was breathy, urgent, and way too close.

Arabella slowly lifted her heavy eyelids and for a second, she couldn’t tell if she was still dreaming.

The room was dark, the air heavy with alcohol, heat and perfume.

Then another moan broke through the haze.

A laugh. Soft. Intimate. Wrong.

Serena.

Arabella froze. The alcohol she had last night still fogged her head, and for a heartbeat she wondered if she was imagining it.

Her heart stuttered as she turned her head ever so slightly.

Adrian.

Serena.

Serena's figure went down between Adrian's thighs, the soft sheets rumpled beneath them.

Adrian groaned, hands buried in her hair, his face twisted in confused pleasure, like he was caught between sleep and waking, guiding her movements while she took him deeper.

"Adrian..." Serena's voice was soft, deliberate.

Arabella’s world tilted.

The bed wasn't a mistake, but their marriage was.

If not for a drunken one-night stand, six years ago.

If not for his father’s will…He would never have married her.

Now his father was dead. Their son already five years old.

Nothing was stopping him from his freedom.

Well…Except for a few signatures from her.

She gagged, covering her mouth as she slipped out from under the covers, bare feet hitting the cold marble floor.

The night air cut through her thin nightdress as she stumbled into the hallway.

She pressed her back against the wall, sliding down until she sat on the floor. Her chest heaved, but no sound came out.

Her fingers dug into the hem of her dress trying to stop them from trembling, her long blonde hair scattered over her face.

She couldn’t breathe, every sound clawed at her chest.

The urge to scream rose in her throat, but she swallowed it back, tasting salt.

Five years.

Five years since she married him…

…Since she’d vowed to endure anything just to watch her child grow.

And this was what ‘enduring’ had become.

To think she thought she could make this marriage work. After all, she’d been in love with him long before their one night stand.

Over the years, she did everything she could.

She cooked his meals, ironed his suits, tidied his office, even waited by the door at night