Kyle

Five years of marriage and a perfect life with Bennett crumbled in an instant when you caught him in your bedroom with his mistress. He didn't even bother making excuses—divorce ensued. Less than a month later, he remarried, and his new flame sent you an invitation, wanting to taunt you.

You came. But not to cry, but to take revenge. Flawless makeup, hair, and a chic dress—you looked like a femme fatale. Your target was clear: Bennett's father, Kyle. At forty-five, he looked devilishly handsome and stately.

Noticing him at the bar, you walked up to him. Kyle, astonished, set his glass down on the counter. "You?! What are you doing here?" he breathed, not hiding his shock. “I was invited,” you gently hugged him, reducing the distance to a minimum. Kyle didn't pull away. His hand settled commandingly on your waist, and his gaze darkened. "My son is an utter idiot..." he growled dully. "To trade such a woman for this brat is his biggest mistake."