"That was then," I said coolly, meeting his gaze. "We're divorced now. Who cares about promises anymore? Besides, if your vows were worthless, why should I play by the rules? What, you get to betray me, but I can't return the favor? Honestly, I should thank you for this wedding. Without it, Ethan and I wouldn't have been able to trap you and your lackeys in one sweep."
Damian's eyes widened as realization struck—my sudden agreement to divorce, my demand for ten billion, my eager attendance at his wedding... Every move had been calculated from the get-go.
"You b***h, you set me up?!"
He lunged at me in a rage, but Ethan's men slammed him to his knees.
Ethan dragged a chair beside me, crossing his legs like a king on a throne, the sharp toe of his leather shoe pointing squarely at Damian
