My name is Vivian Hale.
To my husband, Derek Hale, I was just a “simple wife”—quiet, practical, easy to overlook.
What he never knew was that long before our wedding, I was already the sole owner of Seabreeze Cove Resort, a high-end beachfront property on Amelia Island, Florida. I inherited it from my grandmother. And I kept my wealth private for one reason:
I wanted to know if Derek would love me for me.
Turns out… I was wrong.
One weekend, Derek told me he had a “company leadership retreat.”
The truth? He brought his mistress—Sienna Cross—to my resort.
That same morning, I happened to be there for a surprise inspection. I wore a plain T-shirt, denim shorts, and sandals, walking the grounds and observing staff operations the way I always did when I wanted to see the real standard—no staged perfection.
Then I saw them.
Hand in hand.
Sienna wore a designer bikini, giant sunglasses, and the kind of smile that said she believed the world existed to applaud her.
“Babe,” she purred, soaking in the scenery, “this place is insane. Are you sure we can afford this?”
Derek chuckled. “Relax. I used Vivian’s card. She’ll never find out. She’s… naive.”
My whole body went cold.