My husband dragged me to the party to impress the new boss. “Stand back, your dress is embarrassing,” he hissed. When the billionaire arrived, he ignored my husband’s handshake. He went straight to me, took my hand, and whispered with teary eyes, “I’ve been searching for you for 30 years… I still love you.”

I cried quietly.

He never wondered what I did after the tears stopped.

Two weeks earlier, I had handed all the evidence to a forensic accountant, a lawyer, and financial investigators. I had also sent a report to the new owner of his company.

Adrian Vale.

And now, Caleb had unknowingly brought his downfall into the same room as the man who still loved continue reading …