A HUSBAND FOR A HUSBAND She took mine. So I took hers. At her fifth anniversary gala, Vivienne Laurent raises a glass to her husband and her best friend. Then the screen meant for wedding photos plays something else. Texts. Hotel records. An eight-figure transfer with her best friend’s signature. And one silent video with a date in the corner that stops her heart: it was filmed a full year before she ever met her husband. She wasn’t cheated on. She was cast. Adrian Blackwell was never her love story. He was a plan. And the woman who held her bouquet at the altar has been his lover for eight years. Vivienne doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. She walks out past four hundred phones and finds one man waiting under the awning: Lucien Cross, her best friend’s husband, the only person in that ballroom who never looked at the screen. He knew something. She’s sure of it. So she makes a deal no one will forgive. They took her husband, so she’ll take theirs. Rule one: this is revenge. Nothing more. Rule two: no falling in love. She breaks both. Because someone else built that video. Someone cut the sound. And the man she’s using hides one secret that could destroy her before she ever gets to destroy them. Her husband wants her back. Her best friend wants forgiveness. And Lucien wants something she never saw coming. She promised herself she wouldn’t fall. Some promises are made to be broken. Some are made to be burned.