His affair with Sibyl had made headlines everywhere—he'd thrown the Harding family's dignity to the ground—and he hadn't offered her a single word of explanation.
Because she didn't matter. Because she wasn't the wife he wanted.
The Harding family had done the Vances a great favor. When Molly said she wanted to marry Miles, the Vance family had separated him from the woman he loved.
Maybe this is karma, she thought. Punishment for destroying his chance at happiness.
Three years ago, Miles had come to her and said, "There's someone in my heart. Whatever debt my family owes yours—I can repay it another way."
If she could go back to that moment, she would have agreed. Instead, she had said, "Miles, I only want you."
...
Once Molly had finished packing, she instructed the servants to load her things into her car. That's when Miles finally came downstairs.
He walked past her and settled onto the living room sofa. "Where are you going?"
Molly glanced at him. Miles was undeniably handsome, with an air about him that was almost impossible to put into words.
But the scent of Sibyl's perfume clinging to him cleared her head instantly. "I'll have my lawyer draft the divorce agreement."