From Broken Bride to Queen of the Underworld

My husband, Varick, brought his mistress into our home on our seventh wedding anniversary.

"Cassia finally got pregnant. Take good care of her. If it’s a boy, he’ll inherit everything from my side of the family business," he said, sliding a chair out for Cassia Stevens as if I wasn’t even there. His tone was smooth, controlled—like a man used to giving orders that nobody dared question.

"She’s delicate. Don’t ruin the mood with jealousy. This isn’t about feelings—it’s about keeping the peace and appearances intact."

I didn’t say a word. I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door.