The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity

From the back cover

For three years, I played the perfect, uneducated housewife to my billionaire husband, Bradley.

Then I received a photo of him sleeping in our custom bed, a woman's hand resting intimately on his bare chest. It was my half-sister.

When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. He defended her, saying she was just scared of thunderstorms.

"You are her sister. Why is your mind so dirty?"

I handed him signed divorce papers, leaving with absolutely nothing.

He sneered, pointing at the door.

"A woman who didn't even finish high school? You will be begging on the streets in a week!"

Later, he violently dragged me away from a friend's house, only to kick me out of his car on a freezing, pitch-black mountain road just because my half-sister called crying about a power outage.

Standing alone in the dark with bleeding heels, the last ounce of warmth in my heart turned to solid ice.

He truly thought I was a helpless nobody who would eventually crawl back to him in tears.

He had no idea who he had really married.

The next morning, I put on a tailored power suit, walked into the towering headquarters of MY Corporation, and took the Chairman's seat.

It was time for him to meet Anna, the mysterious business tycoon he was about to go to war with.