On our anniversary, I learned that I am his mistress

Ysobel thought she knew her husband. Four years of marriage. A baby on the way. A future she believed was hers.

Until Levi — her childhood best friend — burst into her room with words that splintered everything: “Ysobel… he’s married to someone else.”

She refused to believe it. Not Jaxon. Not her husband.

But on the yacht meant to celebrate their anniversary, she heard the truth she was never meant to survive:

“I need her company. Her money.”

“Then kill her, Jaxon. End this.”

One shove. One scream. One baby lost.

Ysobel claws her way back from the water — bruised, betrayed, reborn.