The Unwanted Wife's True Legacy

From the back cover

My father' s funeral was two days ago.

Today, I married his killer. Five years later, I thought I had a quiet, comfortable life with Ethan, my steady, perfect husband who' d saved me from ruin.

He was my rock, my savior, the only good thing left.

Then, at a high-profile industry party, I slipped behind a potted plant and heard voices: Ethan and my ex-fiancé, Dylan.

Dylan sneered, revealing their masterpiece of a scheme – Ethan had orchestrated my father' s bankruptcy and subsequent death just to get me to marry him, a sick consolation prize, all while pining over another woman, Scarlett.

My world shattered. The man who held me as I grieved my father was the one who destroyed him. The lies didn' t stop there.

I discovered his toxic obsession with Scarlett, a decade-long shrine of photos, and a horrifying plan in his notes: he paid someone to destroy my father' s last gifts to me. The final blow? A will leaving everything to Scarlett, not me, his wife.

How could I have been so blind? My entire five-year marriage was a calculated lie, a twisted cover-up, not for love, but for guilt and a sick obsession. He didn't just ruin my family; he stole my choices, piece by piece.

The next morning, Scarlett came to my house, a cruel victory lap as she planned a photoshoot within the home she expected to inherit.

Ethan, my "loving" husband, rushed to her side when she faked a fall and screamed at me, then refused to believe me.

After I collapsed, I woke up in a hospital bed to the news I' d had a miscarriage.

Then Scarlett appeared again, casually admitting Ethan had been giving me "harmless" pills for years to prevent me from getting pregnant with his child.

She then shoved me down the stairs. That' s when the fog cleared. I walked out of that hospital, leaving a single note: I want a divorce. No looking back.