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Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

Rum Runner

I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

Modern Revenge Bankruptcy Billionaires Female-Centered Ex-wife

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Sophia Ye came to a standstill in the corridor of Platinum Hotel when she heard her phone ring.

Her silhouette was beautiful and lips bright red. She ran one of her hands through her gorgeous curly hair as the other dug deep in her bag to find the ringing phone. After fumbling a bit, she finally found her phone. It was Alberta Yue, her agent. Her eyes flashed with ice like coldness. She received the call.

"Sophia, for the final time I am telling this. You must not miss today. If you fail to make it today, you won't be able to secure the role in the TV drama series. The supporting role is crucial! The investor this time is very important. He is really handsome. Make the best of it, alright?"

Sophia smiled maliciously and replied, "Noted!"

Truth be told, Sophia Ye wasn't yet famous. She had been in the industry for two long years, but she had only bagged roles of villains. Her career was extremely rocky and she had been part of many scandals already. There was a rumor that she had dated so many men in the past that they could easily form a human chain all around the earth. People also believed that whatever role she played was because she made dirty deals with producers.

"I am requesting you! Do not mess up this time. You might not give a damn about this gig but I do very much..." Sophia Ye knew that Alberta Yue was again trying to lecture her.

She did not have that patience anymore so she cut her in between and asked, "Which room, please?"

"It is room number 909... Listen to me carefully..."

Alberta began again but before she could even finish the line went dead after a beep. Sophia had already disconnected.

She quickly opened the front camera of her phone and reapplied her lipstick. Then confidently she walked towards room 909 with her hips swaying gracefully.

When she reached the door she tapped on it. But no one responded. So Sophia pulled out a packet of cigarettes and walked in.

The moment she entered she saw the most unwelcoming face in front of her.

But Sophia ignored the man completely. She did not even give him a chance to speak. She sat down on the sofa placed opposite the man and put a cigarette between her lips. As she looked around for a lighter she observed the man in front of her.

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