When the headlines screamed my ex-husband's downfall, I didn't flinch. I orchestrated it. Three years of being the "perfect wife" to a man who loved a ghost. Three years of building a home he barely noticed. Three years of being invisible while he waited for his comatose ex-girlfriend to wake up. Then he handed me divorce papers over breakfast-eight weeks after I'd conceived his twins. That was the day the mousy Vivienne Blackwell died. In her place rose Vivienne Ashford: billionaire CEO, corporate assassin, and the woman who would make Dominic Blackwell pay for every moment he made me feel worthless. I spent eighteen months planning the perfect revenge. I bought his company out from under him, exposed his CFO's embezzlement, revealed his "true love's" betrayal, and watched his empire crumble while mine soared to heights he never imagined I could reach. But I made one fatal mistake-I let him see the children. Our children. The four-year-old twins with his eyes and my strength, asking why the "sad man on TV" doesn't live with us. Click on BUY BUTTON to Grab Your Copy Now!!