The Billionaire's Bride Has A Secret

I took a blade for my husband, Marco, five years ago. It saved his life, but the wound to my stomach cost me the ability to give him an heir. He swore it didn't matter. "I only need you," he had whispered.

Today, he brought home my replacement. He called her a "surrogate," a university student named Bianca who was meant to secure his family's bloodline. But that night, I found them tangled in our guest bed.

I stood in the doorway, a ghost in my own home, and listened to him praise her.

"You're so pure," he whispered. "Lia... she's so frigid."