The Billionaire's Betrayed Wife My Revenge Starts Now

The night before Valentine's Day, a notification popped up on my phone—a booking confirmation for a five-star hotel suite.

Ever since Dominic's bankruptcy after our marriage, we'd been scraping by, funneling every penny toward his crushing debt. Valentine's Day had become a distant memory.

My heart ached watching him slave away at the construction site day after day. I'd spent hours standing in the bitter wind, handing out flyers, and managed to earn eighty dollars.

I made his favorites—braised pork belly and poached shrimp—and headed to the site to bring him dinner.