The Wife He Never Wanted Now Bound for Revenge

I married Sebastian Alvarado when I was just twenty—my father’s old friend, a man eighteen years my senior. He was powerful, ruthless, and commanded respect—or fear—wherever he went. But with me… he was gentle. Protective. Tender.

Everyone said I was fortunate. And for a time, maybe I was.

Until the night I stumbled upon one of his old photo albums. There she was. Valeria. The woman whose name dominated his passwords, his accounts, his life.

That night, I lost more than my peace of mind. By morning, my baby was gone.

I tried calling him from the hospital, but he didn’t answer. When he finally did… her voice was there. Whispering, laughing, complaining about her aching feet. And Sebastian… my husband… told her, “Sit down, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Something inside me shattered.

By the time I returned home, I had the divorce papers ready. I let him sign without a word.

The next morning, I called my father. “Dad… I’m divorced.” And then, with a cold certainty, I added, “Now, I’m going to marry the Moretti heir.”