“I married Alistair Montgomery out of duty, enduring five years of his coldness and his mother stealing my son, hoping my love would eventually warm his heart. Then, his "dead" first love, Cordelia, returned. The second he heard her voice on the phone, he ordered me out of his car on a deserted dirt road and left me in the dust to rush to her side. She faked a suicide attempt and framed me. Alistair didn't even give me a chance to explain. "If she doesn't survive this, I will destroy you." He roared those words over the phone, openly declaring he would spend the night guarding her hospital bed. The very next day, Cordelia's secret son publicly attacked me and my child at the kindergarten gates, pointing at me and screaming that I was a thief who stole his father. For five years, I swallowed my pride and let his family strip me of my dignity, only to realize I was nothing but a temporary placeholder for a ghost. He actually thought he could just toss me the empty title of "wife" while giving his heart and his nights to another woman. I finally woke up from this pathetic joke. I didn't shed another tear or beg him to look at me. Instead, I calmly opened my tablet and searched for the most ruthless divorce lawyer in New York. The war was about to begin.”