He Moaned Her Name

Jonathan Morrison was a titan of industry propped up by my father’s millions; I was the "perfect" homemaker who gave up everything to fuel his rise. But while I built his kingdom, he used our daughter’s birthday as the password to hide twenty-seven thousand messages to another woman. Jonathan thought he was trading a boring marriage for a grand romance; he didn't realize he was trading an empire for a halfway house and a life of ruin. He broke my heart, so I dismantled his legacy.