I thought my husband loved me-until I walked in on his Director of Finance riding him like a cowgirl.
Adrian and I never made sense on paper. When we met, I was working for minimum wage. No family. No degree. He was a billionaire Maddox brother, twelve years older than me and a titan of Wall Street.
I thought it had to be love. Why else would a man like him be with me?
Turns out, our marriage has always been a transaction. An easy life for me, a perfect wife for him. And if I want to keep my lifestyle-and my two beautiful babies-I need to fall in line.
There are just two small problems.
I'm not the perfect woman he thinks I am.
And I was right-my husband does love me. He just doesn't realize it until he burns his own world down.
