Chapter 1Not Your Son, Mr. Kevin

Kevin drove over to pick me up.

He was always so cool and distant.

But today, his new secretary was sitting in the passenger seat.

Right then, I knew. This marriage was over.

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The day Kevin came to get me, I opened the passenger-side door and froze.

A pretty young woman was sitting there, a sweet smile on her face. "Hi, Mrs. King!"

She was polite, but she made no move to get out of my seat.

My eyes narrowed, my gaze shifting to Kevin. He was on the phone, his head down, oblivious to the storm brewing right beside him. We were supposed to go to an auction together tonight. It was a date I'd been looking forward to, one I'd dressed up for. And here was someone else, sitting in my seat.

"Hi, Mrs. King. My name is Bella. I'm Mr. King's new assistant," the girl said, her smile widening into two charming dimples. "I heard you were going to a private auction tonight, so I begged Mr. King to let me tag along and see what it's like. Don't worry, I won't be a bother."

My heart plummeted. I knew this man. I knew the cool, perfect man I'd married. He kept his distance from everyone. He didn't let people get close.

Our marriage had been an arrangement, a strategic alliance between our families. We chose each other after careful consideration. People had joked that I was signing up for a life of lonely nights. But after we were together, he would hold me, his eyes soft. In moments of passion, the corners of his eyes would turn a faint red.

"You're my wife," he'd said. "We are one. You're different from everyone else."

Today, something was different.