The Alpha's Unwanted True Mate's Secret

“On our sixth wedding anniversary, I sat at a cold dining table, waiting with a luxury watch I had spent months sourcing for my husband. But a vehicle tracker led me to an upscale restaurant, where he was throwing a lavish party for his "sick" assistant, Jasmine. What shattered me wasn't just the family heirloom he fastened around her neck. It was seeing our six-year-old daughter happily cutting the cake for her, forming a perfect family portrait. When they returned home, my daughter angrily accused me of ruining their night. Then, my assistant handed me a file revealing a sickening truth: Jasmine was infertile. The wealthy Harris family only married me so I could be a womb to breed a pure-blood heir. Conrad even bought Jasmine a replica of our mansion and let her wear a copy of my custom wedding dress. When I confronted them and tore the stolen gown off her, my own daughter violently shoved me into a sharp wooden banister. "You're a bad woman! Stop hurting Aunt Jasmine!" she shrieked. Writhing in agony, I watched my husband wrap his jacket around his weeping mistress, completely ignoring my injured back. He carried her away, while my daughter casually kicked the scattered diamonds from my ruined dress like dirt. Years ago, I nearly died taking a fatal blow for him, yet he gave Jasmine the credit and treated me like disposable trash. As I watched them walk away, my heart finally turned to ash. I slowly stood up, pulled out my phone, and called the world's top oncologist to cancel Jasmine's life-saving surgery. If they wanted her to live, it would cost them exactly fifty percent of their family empire.”