The Billionaire's Barren Wife I Burned Our Home and Left

Three years into our marriage, Nigel Gilbert had sent me to the police station ten times. I'd sent him to the hospital eleven.

Because every time I slapped his precious first love, he called the cops.

And every time I got out, I'd fight with him until one of us ended up in the ER.

Then came the business trip to Dubai. He shielded me from a collapsing beam. I shielded him from shrapnel.

From our hospital beds, we reached across the aisle and held hands.

"No more fighting, babe."

"I'll send her away."

"Let's just... be good to each other. Okay?"