His Betrayal, My Billion-Dollar Rise

From the back cover

My husband, Liam, a tech mogul, was supposed to be home for a quiet Christmas Eve, just us and our baby on the way.

Instead, I watched from the window as he stepped out of his car, not alone, but with Sarah Miller, a junior employee from his company. And she was pregnant, her belly as round as mine.

He walked in, pulled divorce papers from his briefcase, and flatly told me, "Sarah is pregnant. It' s my child." My mind reeled as he explained his plan: he would marry her temporarily to legitimize their child and protect his reputation, then divorce her and remarry me. He told me I was leaving with nothing. Sarah stood by, smirking, dismissing my child as a "complication."

My heart shattered. I realized the man I loved was shallow and selfish, valuing his reputation above all else, even his own child. Could I let my baby carry his name, his blood, his legacy of casual cruelty?

No. With a cold calm, I signed the papers, giving him the clean break he wanted. He thought I was broken and dependent, but he had no idea of my secret life as "Perla," the anonymous digital artist with a fortune he knew nothing about. I transferred my wealth, wiped my laptop, and walked out, leaving him and his lie behind, determined to protect my child from his darkness.