His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge

For three years, I played the part of a simple housewife for my husband, Cedric. I buried my true self-Eleanor Curry, heiress to a massive security firm-to be the quiet wife he claimed to love.

Then a chemical plant exploded. In the chaos, Cedric shielded his teammate, Cassidy, and left me behind in a collapsing building.

"Forget her," I heard him tell his men. "She' s useless. A dead weight."

I survived, only for him to force me, while I was injured and feverish, to donate blood to Cassidy for her "severe" injuries.

But then I overheard them laughing in the next room. Her injuries were a lie. It was all a "little lesson," he said, to teach me my place.

As my own wound reopened and bled through my gown, I reached for the hidden device in my bag. "Falcon reporting."

A gravelly voice answered instantly. "Welcome home, little bird. We've been waiting."