I Refused the CEO’s Marriage Lottery,So He Married My Cousin and Regretted Everything

The day I died, my hospital room was packed with people who'd come to say goodbye.

Even my lifelong rival showed up.

The only person missing was Spencer Gilbert—the man I'd been married to for twenty-five years.

He was in Iceland with his mistress and their son, watching the Northern Lights.

Moments before I flatlined, my phone buzzed with a text from him.

"Back then, I had no choice but to marry you for the family's sake. But all these years I made you take birth control, never let you have children, and you went along with it. I suppose that made you a good wife."