My Husband Cheated — So I Kissed His Secret Billionaire Heir

I found lipstick on my husband’s collar at 7:43 PM.

Bright red.

Not my color.

Not that Damien Blackwood would know what my color was anyway.

I stared at the stain for exactly three seconds before laughing.

Not crying.

Laughing.

Because this wasn’t the first time.

Or the second.

I’d ignored perfume that didn’t belong to me.

Late-night calls Damien took on balconies.

Lipstick stains cleaned by assistants before I could ask questions.

Three years of marriage had turned me into a professional liar.

Mostly to myself.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered.

The Blackwood mansion buzzed around me with preparations for tonight’s charity

gala while I stood in Damien’s dressing room holding evidence of his stupidity

between my fingers.

Staff members rushed downstairs.

Phones rang.

Champagne arrived.

And my husband was somewhere in the city screwing another woman before a public

event.

How efficient.

I grabbed my purse, shoved the shirt into a garment bag, and headed straight for

Blackwood Tower.

If Damien wanted to humiliate me, he could at least do it to my face.

Twenty minutes later, I walked through the executive floor wearing six-inch heels and

enough rage to kill a man.

The receptionist tried stopping me.

“Mrs. Blackwood, Mr. Blackwood is in a private—”

“I’m his wife.”

I kept walking.

People scattered instantly.

Good.

Let them watch.

The executive office doors stood half-open at the end of the hallway.

And outside them—

stood Alexander Sterling.

Damien’s secretary.

Tall.Cold.Perfectly composed.

He looked expensive in the dangerous way rich men do when they pretend not to care

about money.

His gray eyes lifted toward me slowly.

No surprise.

Interesting.

“You should leave,” he said calmly.

I smiled sweetly.

“Oh? Is my husband busy committing adultery?”

Alexander’s mouth twitched slightly.

That should’ve warned me.

Instead, I walked straight past him.

Then I heard her laugh.

Vivienne Laurent.

Of course.

The ex-girlfriend.

The woman Damien’s mother preferred over me.

The woman who dumped Damien years ago to chase some European aristocrat—

then suddenly remembered his existence the second he became Manhattan’s favorite

billionaire.

Inside the office, Damien’s voice lowered.

“I missed you.”

I stopped walking.

Then Vivienne laughed softly.

“You’re married.”

“That marriage means nothing.”

Silence.

Then I slowly turned back toward Alexander.

“You knew.”

He leaned lazily against the wall.

“Yes.”

I should’ve slapped him.

Instead, I laughed again.

“Wow. Men really are trash in groups.”

Alexander’s eyes darkened slightly.

Then Damien spoke again inside the office.

“If her father hadn’t saved my grandfather’s life, I would’ve divorced her years ago.”

Vivienne laughed softly.

“And yet she still acts like a real wife.”

Damien scoffed.

“She was useful. That’s all.”

Something inside me snapped cleanly in half.

Not heartbreak. Just Humiliation.

Because the bastard said my name like an inconvenience.

I shoved the office doors open so hard they slammed against the wall.

Damien froze instantly.

Vivienne nearly fell off his desk.

Honestly?

That part healed me a little.

For three long seconds, nobody spoke.

Then I tossed Damien’s lipstick-stained shirt directly into his face.

“You missed a spot.”

Vivienne straightened slowly, crossing her legs like she owned the building.

“Oh,” she said lazily. “You actually came.”

I looked her up and down.

“Unfortunately, so did Damien apparently.”

Alexander coughed into his fist behind me.

Was he laughing?

Damien’s expression darkened immediately.

“Celeste, enough.”

“No,” I replied. “I’m just getting started.”

I walked further into the office.

“You know what’s embarrassing? Not cheating. Rich men cheat constantly.”

I shrugged.

“What’s embarrassing is cheating this stupidly.”

Vivienne smirked.

“You should be grateful Damien married you at all.”

I turned toward her slowly.

“And you should be grateful Europe has return policies. Your European billionaire

dumped you too,right?”

Damien stepped forward instantly.

“Watch your mouth.”

I stared directly at him.

“You first.”

The room went silent.

Damien’s jaw tightened.

“You’re causing a scene.”

“Yes,” I said brightly. “That’s usually what happens when people discover their

husband inside another woman.”

Vivienne rolled her eyes.

“God, you’re dramatic.”

Candles burned beside the couch.

And sitting right beside Vivienne—

was the bottle of Château Margaux Damien once promised to open on our

anniversary.

Oh.

That was almost romantic.

I picked up the wine glass Damien had poured for her.

Then emptied it slowly down the front of Vivienne’s white dress.

The scream she let out was deeply satisfying.

“Oh no,” I said flatly. “Now we’re both wearing red.”

“Celeste!” Damien barked.

I turned toward him immediately.

Then slapped him across the face.

Hard.

The sound echoed through the office.

Alexander finally laughed quietly behind me.

Damien looked stunned.

Probably because nobody had ever hit him before.

Good.

“There,” I said calmly. “Now we’ve both been publicly embarrassed tonight.”

His eyes darkened dangerously.

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“No,” I corrected.

“I finally found my self-respect.”

Vivienne grabbed tissues furiously.

“You can’t act like this just because Damien doesn’t love you.”

I looked at her.

Then at Damien.

Then smiled.

“You’re right,” I said thoughtfully.

Then I looked at Damien.

“You know what? I suddenly understand why you cheat.”

Damien frowned.

“What?”

I turned toward Alexander slowly.

“Because upgrading feels amazing.”

Before either of them reacted, I turned, grabbed Alexander Sterling by the tie—

and kissed him.

Dead silence.

Alexander froze instantly beneath my mouth.

Not because he didn’t want it.

Because he clearly did.

His hand tightened sharply around my waist.

Like instinct.

Like hunger.

Like this was something he imagined before.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

I pulled back slowly.

The entire office looked shell-shocked.

Especially Damien.

He stared at Alexander like betrayal had physically punched him in the throat.

I smiled sweetly.

“Well,” I said lightly, “now we’re both cheating.”

Damien exploded.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

I blinked innocently.

“Oh, now monogamy matters?”

Vivienne looked horrified.

Alexander, meanwhile—

looked murderous.

Not at me.

At Damien.

That was when I realized something terrifying.

Alexander Sterling didn’t look like a secretary watching his boss’s marriage collapse.

He looked like a man watching another man touch something he already considered

his.

Damien grabbed my wrist.

“Have you lost your damn mind?”

I ripped my arm free immediately.

“No. But congratulations on losing your wife.”

Then I turned toward Alexander.

“You.”

His brows lifted slightly.

“Yes?”

“Take me to the gala.”

The room fell silent again.

Damien grabbed my wrist before I could turn away.

“You’re not going to the gala.”

I looked down at his hand.

“Try that sentence again without sounding divorced.”

His jaw tightened.

“You already caused enough humiliation tonight.”

“Oh, I’m just warming up.”

Vivienne crossed her arms beside his desk, still holding tissues against her ruined

dress.

“Honestly, Celeste, you can’t seriously expect Damien to bring you tonight.”

I smiled sweetly.

“That’s adorable. I wasn’t asking permission.”

Damien let out a sharp laugh.

“You don’t even have a dress prepared.”

His eyes flicked deliberately toward Vivienne.

“She’s attending with me tonight.”

Oh.

So that was the plan.

Replace the wife publicly before the divorce papers even existed.

Interesting strategy.

I nodded slowly.

“Bold choice.”

Vivienne lifted her chin smugly.

“At least Damien won’t be embarrassed standing beside me.”

I stared at her for two seconds.

Then looked at Damien.

“You’re bringing your mistress to a charity gala while still legally married.”

“And somehow I’m the embarrassing one?”

Alexander coughed softly behind me.

Damien ignored him.

“You’re not going.”

I raised an eyebrow at Damien like he’d just said something genuinely embarrassing.

Then I slipped my wrist from his grip, smoothed the front of my dress, and smiled.

“See you tonight, darling.”

“Try not to cheat on anyone before dessert this time.”