Vows Broken In Velvet

From the back cover

Natalie has decided to forgive her husband Grant for his affair, and she begins spending his money with a vengeance—six-figure handbags, seven-figure necklaces, private runway shows. Their circle assumes she has finally accepted the unspoken contract of a billionaire's wife: his heart may stray, but the credit card remains limitless.

Then a post from Grant's assistant, Piper, surfaces, showing a thirty-thousand-dollar-a-night hotel suite. It is not the room that undoes Natalie. It is Grant's comment beneath it, a piece of casual tenderness promising that his girl deserves better than some dump. She remembers a sixty-dollar roadside motel, and the vow he once whispered into her skin that he would never let her feel that small again.

Natalie files for divorce, hires the city's most ruthless attorney, and refuses to explain herself to friends who call her hysterical. When she runs into Grant at the club, Piper on his arm, she feels nothing at all—only the quiet certainty of a decision already made.