He Stole My Empire, So I Married His Enemy

One billion dollars. That was the value of the contract I secured for my husband.

I stood on stage to say my speech, and surprised him with pregnancy news. But instead of being happy, Paul screamed that our unborn child was a bastard, while a deepfake video of my "infidelity" played behind me.

Waking up from the shock, I didn't find an apology. I heard Paul laughing with his mistress in the next room. This wasn't a misunderstanding; it was a calculated heist to break my spirit and steal my shares.

Desperate, I called my lawyer.