Too Late, Ex - I'm the Billionaire's Wife Now

I'm Jane—until I discovered my marriage was built on lies.
The hotel penthouse door stood ajar as I approached.
"Your wife is so pathetic," she moaned breathlessly, her voice echoing from inside.
My breath caught as I pushed the door wider, revealing my husband with another woman pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside her.
"Does she even know how to satisfy you like this?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back.
Lucas gripped her hips harder, his voice rough with desire: "Jane was always just part of the plan. You're the only woman who sets me on fire."
My phone slipped from my trembling hands, exploding against the marble floor like my shattered heart.
This time, I refused to be the victim.
I demanded a divorce—but Lucas had orchestrated every detail to keep me trapped.
Just when despair consumed me, Ethan Quinn appeared like salvation in a thousand-dollar suit
"Get divorced. I'll help you. One condition—marry me," he whispered.
The most powerful man in New York wanted me? A discarded wife?
But as Ethan protected me fiercely and Lucas begged desperately for forgiveness, the shocking truth emerged:
‘Ethan had been searching for me for twenty years.’
‘I was the little girl who once saved him from hell.’
"You pulled me out of that nightmare," Ethan's eyes filled with intensity. "I've spent my life becoming worthy of saving you back."
The scared boy became the most powerful man in the city.
His love wasn't coincidence—it was destiny.
Some people arrive like answered prayers you never knew you were praying...