I Blew Up My Ancestral Home To Divorce Her

Summary

In the annual ranking of the Emerald Coast’s Most Useless Son and Most Exemplary Heir, my stepbrother, Owen, and I clung to our top spots. Predictably.

The results had barely been published when the photos dropped: my fiancée and Owen, entangled and exposed, blazing across every social media feed.

Against the backdrop of the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows, Seraphina—the woman held up as the paragon of virtue, molded by the three thousand rules of the Sinclair Code—was pressed against my stepbrother, shifting into one shameful position after another.