Serenity Brooks had always been Southport's golden girl. She had brought a ten-billion-dollar inheritance into her marriage, and that fortune had launched her husband, Bowen Reed, into the stratosphere as a documentary vlogger of the highest caliber. For five years, he had adored her with a fierce, unwavering devotion. He was obsessed with his work, avoided parties like the plague, and barely glanced at the luxury his life afforded him. Then, in their fifth winter together, he drained a cool billion from their joint account. By the time Serenity noticed the missing funds, his new vlog was already trending. It was called Life After Winning the Lottery: A Thirty-Year-Old Divorced Woman's Journey. Serenity was not quick to suspect the worst of him. But even she could not ignore the knife twist of dread that stopped her cold on their villa's doorstep. Through the window, she watched his fingers dip into Jade Cooper's lace panties. The delicate fabric glittered with pink diamonds, a five-figure betrayal of everything Serenity thought they had built. His throat tightened, and his eyes burned with a hunger she had never seen directed at her. Serenity lunged inside. She swept her arm across the nearby fish tank, and the glass shattered in an explosion of water and rage. Bowen whirled around, panic flashing across his face before he barked out, "Can't you see I'm working?" "Working?" She jabbed a finger at his hand, which was still resting near Jade's waist. "Since when is adjusting her underwear part of your job description?" He yanked his hand back as if he had been scorched, his face flushing a deep crimson. "The waistband would show in the shot. You know I'm meticulous about the details." Serenity's laugh was like ice water. "Nice try. It looks more like a softcore shoot to me." Jade paled, stammering as she tugged at her blouse. "D-Don't say that. Mr. Reed is the most dedicated and respectful creator I have ever known." "Respectful?" Serenity's voice dripped venom. "Is that what we are calling handsy now?" She sent the tripod flying with a sharp kick, the metal clattering loudly against the marble floor. Her voice was razor sharp as she declared, "We are done with this series. I'll set up a meeting with Dylan Gray from the Aldridge Institute. He's the legendary researcher you've been dying to interview." His gaze wavered, and uncertainty flashed in his eyes. Serenity crossed her arms, her chin lifted defiantly as she waited for his grateful agreement. Instead, he reached into his coat and slapped a divorce agreement onto the coffee table between them. The document stated he would give up everything, that he would leave with nothing at all. "You are divorcing me?" Her voice trembled with disbelief. "Just on paper. I need footage of a marriage certificate with Jade for the video's narrative. I drafted this to prove it is temporary. We can file online today, and the divorce will be finalized in seven days." "And then?" Her voice shook, and she could barely hold back the tears that burned her eyes. "I will dump her the second the video is done. Then I will come back to you." Her heart turned to stone, cold and heavy in her chest. 'He's actually asking me to agree to this?' The thought was a shard of glass in her mind. "No," she snapped, fury blazing through her veins. In her youth, suitors had lined up around the block, yet only Bowen, with his rebellious streak and artistic fire, had ever caught her eye. She had handed him her heart on a silver platter and had even agreed to their secret marriage. She had adored his genius enough to tame her own wild spirit, becoming a willing shadow in the glow of his fame. How could he crush her like this?