Heartbreak, Betrayal, and Billion-Dollar Revenge

us across the table of a quie

ce. It solidifies our alliance. It gives the board, the investors, the public, a story they can understand. Pow

nd I'm not getting married again. Especially not to you." My own marr

arrative, a simple business partnership looks weak. They'll paint you as a bitter, jilted wife.

ating, saw the strategic value. But my heart, wha

zi photos of them shopping for baby clothes. A fawning magazine interview where Celine tal

t was torture. Harden, as the public face of the company, was forced to attend with me, his legal wife. But his at

at me as we posed for photos, his arm a dead weig

used on your new brand ambassador,

she called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Come bet o

s public duty. He chose her. He walked away from me, leavin

e. I was about to turn and leave when a new

on that horse

de me, dressed in a polo unifo

ou doing he

he party'," he said with a lazy gr

e a low whisper in my ear. "

te substitute for an injured player. Celine and her friends were laughing, poi

ckless, focused intensity that was terrifying and beautiful to watch.

ne. He got the ball, broke away from the pack, and charged down

fect arc, and went straight through

rupted. Att

e VIP tent. He stopped right in front of me. He ignored the gasping cr

n in his eyes. Then, he raised his mallet in a s

m