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.

I also planned to gently suggest he cancel the suite. We could save that money, pay off the debt faster, and finally start building our life together.

But standing before that gleaming high-rise, I saw Dominic Thorne in a suit worth more than we supposedly had to our name, his arm wrapped around his first love—his so-called "idealized love."

Rodney Nguyen, the construction foreman, was lighting his cigarette with an obsequious smile.

"Mr. Thorne, don't you worry. With me covering for you, the missus will never find out about you and Clementine."

Dominic's eyes crinkled with amusement. He peeled off a thick stack of bills and pressed them into Rodney's palm.

"Mildred Fox's too suspicious. If I hadn't faked the bankruptcy to distract her, how else could I have rekindled things with Clementine?"

"But wild flowers can't compare to the one waiting at home. I've had my fun. Time to reclaim my identity and return to my dutiful wife."

The surgical consent form slipped from my fingers. The lunch box shattered against the pavement.

I laughed.

My hand drifted to my lower abdomen, still hollow with phantom pain.

There's no going back. I killed our child with my own hands—for him.

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I sat by the river, picking grains of sand and grit from the meat and rice, one by one.

Every time Dominic's lips pressed against Clementine's face flashed through my mind, the tears came faster.

How could he betray me? Betray everything we had?

My abdomen cramped violently, as if a thousand blades were twisting inside me. I could barely breathe.

I remembered our first year of marriage. Dominic had pressed his cheek to my stomach, our fingers intertwined, his voice soft with wonder.

"Mildred, let's have a baby. A little girl who looks just like you. I'll give her everything beautiful this world has to offer."

But when that tiny life actually arrived, the timing couldn't have been worse.

I refused to be a burden to him. I wanted to pour every ounce of energy into paying off his debt. So I scheduled the procedure behind his back and let them take our child.

Turns out I was nothing but a fool dancing on his strings.

Tears splashed onto the rice. I chewed the meat I hadn't tasted in months, laughing at my own stupidity. My own blind devotion.

I sat there until the sky turned black, until Dominic's call finally came.

His voice through the speaker was bright with excitement.

"Honey, I got paid today! Hurry home—I bought you that little cake you love."

I wiped my face dry and rose on unsteady legs.

When we married, I had made one thing absolutely clear to Dominic.

I would never forgive betrayal. I would never forgive deception.

He had committed both. Which meant we were about to reach the only possible destination.

Divorce.

When I walked through the door, the floor was strewn with crushed red roses, petals torn and scattered.

Dominic grabbed my hand, practically bouncing with pride.

"I didn't waste any money, I promise! I found these in a dumpster. Tomorrow's Valentine's Day, so consider them my gift to my beautiful wife."

I met his eyes. My lips curved into something that might have been a smile.

Earlier today, I had followed him in secret. I watched him escort Clementine Short to the most exclusive district downtown, casually pointing at two villas and buying them for her on the spot. Nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses accompanied the gesture.

These few mangled stems he'd brought home? They were the ones Clementine had accidentally dropped and damaged.

In his heart, I only deserved another woman's garbage.

Dominic noticed my mood. His arms slid around my waist, gentle and warm.

A slip of paper fell from my pocket and landed at his feet.

He picked it up before I could react.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I lunged to snatch it back.

But his eyes were already glistening. He pulled me into his arms so tightly it felt like he wanted to absorb me into his very bones.