Chapter 1

I was four months pregnant when my husband started dating a college girl behind my back.

And the matchmaker was none other than my own mother-in-law, Brenda.

As it turned out, they had a backup plan: whichever woman gave birth to a boy first would get to stay.

Later, when they found out I was actually a billionaire heiress, they literally got on their knees and begged for my forgiveness.

I didn’t budge.

Scum like them deserve to rot in hell.

My husband, Ethan, hadn’t come home for a week.

Believing that marriage should be built on trust, I didn’t ask too many questions beyond checking in on him.

But a woman’s intuition told me something was seriously off.

Just as I was starting to suspect he was cheating and getting ready to confront him, he suddenly walked through the front door.

He even brought me a bouquet of flowers.

I was so thrilled that I practically spun in circles, hugging him tightly and silently scolding myself for overthinking.

He was always so good to me. How could he ever do anything to betray me?

But later that night, while sorting the laundry, I found a makeup wipe stained with bright red lipstick in his jacket pocket. It made my previous relief look utterly pathetic.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I slammed the dry wipe right onto Ethan’s face and demanded,

"What is this? Ethan, are you seeing someone else?!"

He froze for a second. Then, his forehead creased, and he snapped impatiently,

"What is wrong with you, Chloe? Can you stop being so paranoid all the time?!"

His reaction only fueled my anger, but I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Parody? Then explain to me why you’ve been coming home so late every single night. What have you been doing?"

He ignored me entirely, rolled over in bed, turned his back to me, and closed his eyes.

I kept talking, trying to get a straight answer out of him, but he didn't utter a single word.

Only when I finally stopped talking and the room fell dead silent did he speak up, his voice ice-cold.

"I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m buried in work!"

"I have to work tomorrow, so stop keeping me up with this nonsense."

"If I wasn't working my ass off to bring home the bacon, how do you think we'd pay our bills? Can you grow up for once?"

His words choked back everything else I wanted to say. I stared at his back, my heart aching.

A wave of intense humiliation and sorrow washed over me, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

Busy with work? What a joke.

The tech giant Ethan worked for was owned by my family. I knew his exact workload better than anyone.

I had only kept my family's wealth a secret because I didn't want him to feel pressured marrying into a rich family.

And yet, he was using this job as a cheap excuse to lie to my face.