Chapter 1 Chapter 1 " Mrs. Harper , Mr. Harper and I - there's really nothing between us . You have to believe me ! " My husband's new obsession knelt at our mansion door , looking pitiful . And there he stood , with a tenderness I'd never seen before . All of Manhattan knew Luke was a total player and I was the long - suffering wife who always looked the other way . So everyone expected me to swallow my pride and pretend nothing happened like before . But this time ? I was done . I walked straight past her , got in my car , and drove to the family estate . Without hesitation, I pushed open Grandpa's study door . " Grandpa , this arrangement we made - it's over . " " Set me free . " After all , EIGHT BILLION DOLLARS in compensation VS. Playing a stupid housewife to a cheating bastard , even idiots know better , right ? Every tabloid hack in Manhattan knows the deal- When any entertainment reporter's numbers are falling short for the month , they camp outside Harper Industries and wait for Luke Harper . He switches girlfriends every month like clockwork , and he's not exactly subtle about it . Easy money shots . Men , right ? A little scandal comes with the territory . But his wife ? She needs to keep up appearances . Maintain her reputation . You snap her husband's latest fling , name your price , and she'll pay without blinking . But old habits die hard , and situations keep evolving . When the rookie paparazzi from New York Daily took his video to Luke Harper first and got sent straight back to me , I'd just gotten home from the office . Our penthouse sits high above Central Park , with the entire Manhattan skyline stretching out below . The voice on my phone kept rambling , amateur but cocky , shooting for the moon . " Mrs. Harper , it's only two hundred grand . That's like one handbag for you , right ? Just two hundred K and your husband's mess disappears . Total bargain . " " If you're interested , just call this number ... " This paparazzi wasn't too bright . First time tailing , second time boldly knocking on Luke Harper's car window . Luke's cars are actually hard to recognize since he switches them constantly . Hundreds of cars in his garage , but that week he kept driving the same one . 13.20 Hell Yosh Forget the Other Woman My Smart House Was Cheating On Mel 14.1 % Chapter 1 In the video the paparazzi sent me , Luke rolled down his window . Some hot blonde sat in the passenger seat . Last month when I got those photos , that same seat held a rising starlet from LA . Luke pulled off his sunglasses , revealing that annoyingly perfect face to the camera , then crooked his finger at the lens . When the guy got closer , Luke's voice was smooth as silk . " First time , huh ? Here's how it works , rookie . You get your shots , you take them to my wife . Try hitting me up and you'll get nothing . " " Need my wife's number ? " He grabbed a piece of paper , scribbled down some numbers , then tossed it into the paparazzi's chest . Then he glanced at the woman beside him and clicked his tongue . " Get out . " The woman leaned closer , whining . " Luke , you said three days . It's only been a few hours ... " Luke threw a credit card at her and hit the unlock button . " Few hours and you already got us busted ? Get out before I throw you out myself . " Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!