Betrayed For A Fake Heir: The Wife's Exit

At the auction, my husband raised his paddle and bid five million dollars on the only keepsake I had left of my dead mother.

But he didn't buy the sapphire necklace for me.

He handed the velvet box to his pregnant mistress, Mia, right in front of the entire New York underworld.

When I reached for it, Mia faked a stumble.

Dante moved with the speed of a predator. He shoved me hard to clear space for her.

My body slammed into a marble pillar, shattering my hip, while he scooped her up and carried her out, stepping over my dress without a single glance.

That was only the beginning.

He forced me to drain my blood to save her during a false emergency.

He exiled me to a freezing cabin with no heat, leaving me to be buried alive in an avalanche while he comforted her over a lie.

Lying in the hospital bed after surviving the snow, I realized I no longer hated him.

Hate is passion. Hate implies he still matters.

I felt nothing but a cold, heavy silence.

So when he finally left the house to hunt down the truth about Mia’s baby, I didn't wait for his apology.

I left my wedding ring on the bathroom counter.

I dropped my phone into a sewer grate.

By the time the Dragon of New York realized his wife was gone, I was already in Seattle, painting a new life where monsters couldn't find me.