The Billionaire I Kept

I'm Sophia.
On our wedding night, my husband Oliver ran off with his side piece.
I didn't shed a tear. Instead, I went out and found myself a gorgeous piece of arm candy named Henry.
After living it up for two years, Oliver crawled back, so I handed Henry a fat check to call it quits.
Until I found myself at some swanky high society shindig, staring down the legendary Windsor family heir. And holy hell—he was a dead ringer for the guy I'd been keeping on the side for two years!
Crap! I think I've gotten myself tangled up with someone I really shouldn't have messed with. What am I supposed to do now…?