My husband took his mistress to the most expensive hotel in Manhattan… never realizing the owner was the wife he had just betrayed.

my late grandfather had quietly left me an international hotel empire worth nearly two billion dollars.

Keeping that secret had been the price of love.

Or so I thought.

I wanted someone who loved me—not my fortune.

Daniel had promised exactly that.

Six years earlier we’d met in a bookstore café. He laughed at my terrible jokes, remembered my coffee order,continue reading …