Betrayed by My Husband, Became His Greatest Nightmare

"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command.

He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules."

....

But this mess is over.

I'm done playing love with him. I'm returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he's just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go-and take my empire with me.

Tristan wants a divorce. But I'll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.