Betrayed By My Husband, Loved By A Tycoon

For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.

But during a charity gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.

When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.

She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.

Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.

To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.

"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."

I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.

I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.

Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.

"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."

Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.

It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.