Divorced by Betrayal My Ex-Wife Sold Me Out, Then I Became a Billionaire Groom

Rosemary Henson saved my life three times. So I gave her three chances to betray me.

On our wedding day, she showed up at the altar with her neck mottled in hickeys. I pretended not to see.

The second time, paparazzi caught her in a private rendezvous with some lounge singer. I totaled my car, slapped her hard enough to draw blood, and filed for divorce—then spent the night drowning myself at a nightclub.

Rosemary got word of it. She stormed in and trashed the entire place, then went live on every platform to confess her love and beg for forgiveness. She swore she'd changed.