Chapter 1

While my mafia husband was taking a shower, I suddenly received a provocative text message from an unknown number.

[77 times in his office, 88 times in his Maybach, 99 times at the Hilton.]

[Your husband said I’m a hundred times better in bed than a cold fish like you. Plus, I’m pregnant with his baby. Who do you think he’ll choose? You or me?]

Along with the text was a short video.

In the video, a girl was leaning over a hotel bathroom sink, her phone camera aimed at the mirror.

Behind her, a pair of familiar hands gripped her hair tightly. The screen shook violently for a long time before the video finally ended.

That very night, I slid the divorce papers in front of Ethan Sterling.

He smirked, casually pressing his burning cigarette butt right onto the signature line, burning a hole through the paper.

"In the Sterling family, wives don't get divorces. The only way you leave this mansion is in a body bag."

"Stella, if you don't want to die, you stay by my side."

I didn't believe in fairy tales. I hired the best lawyers and sought out the most unbiased judges.

But after 32 divorce lawsuits, I suffered 32 consecutive defeats.

It wasn’t until the 33rd trial that my twenty-year-old self from ten years ago suddenly woke up in this future.