Jilted Wife, Billionaire's Daughter Rises

From the back cover

My husband, Dalton, publicly humiliated me for the tenth time, flaunting his pregnant mistress, Justine, at a conference for the company I built. I was trapped, paying for my mother' s endless medical bills.

But then Justine took it a step further. She went to my mother' s hospital and cruelly told her everything-all the affairs, all my sacrifices. My mother, in her despair, jumped from the rooftop.

At the funeral, Justine crashed the service with a brass band, showering my mother' s casket with confetti.

"She's just trying to be thoughtful!" Dalton yelled, shielding her as I lunged forward in a blind rage.

He shoved me back, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare touch her! She's carrying my child!"

He raised his hand to strike me, and I braced for the impact, my world completely shattered.

But the blow never landed.

A chillingly calm, powerful voice cut through the chaos.

"I wouldn't advise that, Dalton."

My estranged, billionaire father had just arrived.