The Billionaire's Betrayed Wife My Revenge Starts NowChapter 1

The night before Valentine's Day, a notification popped up on my phone—a booking confirmation for a five-star hotel suite.

Ever since Dominic's bankruptcy after our marriage, we'd been scraping by, funneling every penny toward his crushing debt. Valentine's Day had become a distant memory.

My heart ached watching him slave away at the construction site day after day. I'd spent hours standing in the bitter wind, handing out flyers, and managed to earn eighty dollars.

I made his favorites—braised pork belly and poached shrimp—and headed to the site to bring him dinner.

I also planned to gently suggest he cancel the suite. We could save that money, pay off the debt faster, and finally start building our life together.

But standing before that gleaming high-rise, I saw Dominic Thorne in a suit worth more than we supposedly had to our name, his arm wrapped around his first love—his so-called "idealized love."

Rodney Nguyen, the construction foreman, was lighting his cigarette with an obsequious smile.

"Mr. Thorne, don't you worry. With me covering for you, the missus will never find out about you and Clementine."

Dominic's eyes crinkled with amusement. He peeled off a thick stack of bills and pressed them into Rodney's palm.

"Mildred Fox's too suspicious. If I hadn't faked the bankruptcy to distract her, how else could I have rekindled things with Clementine?"

"But wild flowers can't compare to the one waiting at home. I've had my fun. Time to reclaim my identity and return to my dutiful wife."

The surgical consent form slipped from my fingers. The lunch box shattered against the pavement.

I laughed.

My hand drifted to my lower abdomen, still hollow with phantom pain.

There's no going back. I killed our child with my own hands—for him.

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I sat by the river, picking grains of sand and grit from the meat and rice, one by one.

Every time Dominic's lips pressed against Clementine's face flashed through my mind, the tears came faster.

How could he betray me? Betray everything we had?

My abdomen cramped violently, as if a thousand blades were twisting inside me. I could barely breathe.

I remembered our first year of marriage. Dominic had pressed his cheek to my stomach, our fingers intertwined, his voice soft with wonder.