My Inheritance Was His Last Mistake. A Billionaire Marriage-in-Crisis Romance of Betrayal, Hidden Inheritance, Public Humiliation, Revenge, and the Second Chance He Must Earn

He announced his mistress to eight hundred people. He had no idea what his grandmother had just handed his wife instead. Marlowe Thorne built the Eleanor Thorne Foundation out of nothing: thirty people in a borrowed room, ten thousand phone calls, and a gift for making powerful people care. Eleven weeks after her husband's affair became the worst-kept secret in Harrow Bay, and eleven days after she buried the grandmother-in-law who was the one person in that gilded world who ever really saw her, Marlowe stands in a gold and black ballroom and watches Dominic Thorne take the stage to hand her life's work to the woman he's sleeping with. Every donor in that room, she brought in herself.
Every dollar on the screen, she raised herself. He gives it away like small change. What Dominic doesn't know, standing at that podium under lights that were made for him, is that his grandmother Eleanor did not leave her fortune where everyone assumed it would go. She left the controlling trust, the ground leases beneath his own company's buildings, and the leverage over everything he thinks he owns, to Marlowe.
Quietly. Deliberately. On purpose. Now Dominic has to sit across a glass table and answer to the wife he humiliated in public, who holds, in her own two hands, the fate of the empire he was so certain was his. And Marlowe has to decide what kind of woman she wants to be with that much power in her lap: the one who burns it all down for the satisfaction of it, or the one who uses it to demand something rarer and harder to fake, an honest reckoning from a man who never once thought she was paying attention.