My Husband Cheated With My Maid Of Honor — So I Hired An Escort Who Bankrupted His Family
Part 1
I stood motionless outside the master bedroom.
The heavy oak door was slightly ajar.
Muffled laughter echoed from the other side.
It was supposed to be my wedding night.
My husband, Craig, had excused himself from the reception early.
He claimed he needed to take an urgent business call.
I pushed the door open without making a sound.
Craig was tangled in the expensive silk sheets.
My maid of honor, Heather, was straddling him.
Neither of them noticed me standing frozen in the doorway.
Heather threw her head back and laughed at something he whispered.
My chest tightened into a cold, hard knot.
I did not scream or burst into tears.
Quietly, I simply watched the man I had just married betray me.
Craig finally opened his eyes and saw me in the shadows.
He did not look panicked or guilty.
Then, he gently pushed Heather off his chest and sat up.
He reached for a glass of champagne on the nightstand.
He casually told me to shut the door and give them some privacy.
Heather pulled the white sheet over her chest and giggled.
Craig reminded me that our marriage was nothing more than a strategic business transaction.
His formidable grandfather had mandated that he marry a respectable, scandal-free woman.
It was the only way Craig could secure his massive inheritance.
I was just a convenient prop meant to secure his corporate position.
He pulled a leather-bound checkbook from his tuxedo jacket.
In that moment, he scribbled a number with a gold fountain pen and tossed it onto the floor.
He coldly stated that ten million dollars should be enough to buy my silence.
I stared down at the exorbitant check resting on the plush carpet.
Deliberately, I did not stoop down to pick it up.
I turned around and walked out of the sprawling mansion without a backward glance.
Deliberately, I hailed a passing cab and ordered the driver to take me to an exclusive club.
I needed a flawless, foolproof plan to ruin him.
The VIP lounge was dimly lit and packed with arrogant socialites.
I sat completely alone at the polished mahogany bar.
A tall man in a flawlessly tailored tuxedo sat down next to me.
He possessed dark hair and piercing, intelligent eyes.
I assumed he was one of the high-end escorts who frequently catered to lonely heiresses.
Almost instantly, I slid my untouched martini across the counter toward him.
I asked him what his monthly rate was for exclusive companionship.
He raised a dark eyebrow and regarded me with deep amusement.
I told him my husband had just cheated on me with my best friend.
Then, I explained that I needed a gorgeous partner to help me destroy my husband’s public image.
I offered him one million dollars a month to play the part of my devoted lover.
He actually smiled, revealing perfectly straight teeth.
Then, he extended a large, warm hand and introduced himself as Dan.
He told me he would accept my generous offer under one strict condition.
I had to trust his unconventional methods completely and never question his timing.
Almost instantly, I shook his firm hand without a second of hesitation.
We spent the next two hours drinking expensive liquor and mapping out Craig’s entire social calendar.
Dan listened with sharp, calculated attention to every detail I provided.
I gave him every piece of insider information I had memorized.
Two days later, Craig’s stern grandfather hosted a massive corporate gala.
It was a critical, make-or-break night for Craig’s struggling technology company.
They desperately needed to secure a massive supply contract with the notoriously elusive Romero Group.
The entire family’s remaining fortune hinged entirely on this single deal.
Craig arrived at the lavish gala with Heather draped unapologetically on his arm.
He marched over and grabbed my upper arm in a tight, bruising grip.
Without hesitating, he hissed at me to plaster on a smile and play the role of the dutiful, quiet wife.
He strictly forbade me from embarrassing him in front of the highly anticipated Romero executives.
I forcefully pulled my arm free and smoothed the fabric of my designer gown.
Quietly, I coldly informed him that I was simply waiting for my date to arrive.
Craig let out a harsh, mocking laugh that drew stares from nearby guests.
He cruelly asked who would possibly want to attend a high-society gala with a boring woman like me.
The heavy, gilded ballroom doors suddenly swung open with a dramatic thud.
With calculated calm, the crowd of wealthy elites parted like the Red Sea as a man confidently walked onto the red carpet.
It was Dan.
He looked absolutely magnificent in a sharp, custom-tailored midnight-blue suit.
Craig dropped his crystal champagne glass in absolute shock.
The delicate glass shattered into a hundred pieces on the polished marble floor.
Craig stammered incoherently and rushed forward to greet the newcomer.
Deliberately, craig extended a trembling, sweaty hand toward my supposed escort.
He loudly welcomed the esteemed Mr.
Romero to the family gala.
My hired escort was not actually an escort at all.
He was James Dan Romero, the reclusive billionaire CEO of the Romero Group.
Dan completely ignored Craig’s desperately outstretched hand.
He walked straight past my panicked husband and stopped directly in front of me.
Dan gently took my hand and pressed a lingering kiss against my knuckles.
He turned back to Craig with a look of absolute, freezing ice.
Dan leaned in and whispered something to my husband.
