Hidden Interest

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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Brittany's POV

"Happy birthday, baby. And happy three years anniversary to us," my voice rang out excitedly through the phone.

"Thank you. Happy anniversary," my boyfriend of three years replied from the other end.

I blushed hard as I continued wrapping the gift I got him. We always had to celebrate his birthday and our anniversary together. Oh, how I always looked forward to this day. I never had enough but I always tried to get the best gift for him.

"Will you be home this evening? I want to come over," I said.

"You... You... Want to come over? No... No," he stuttered. "I thought you had an evening shift."

"Yes but I want to see you first." I was already done wrapping and packaging the gift in a gift bag.

"You don't have to. Let's meet tomorrow, okay? I don't want to stress you." He said.

"Alright then," I replied even though I had no plans to cancel meeting him this evening.It would be even better to make it a surprise. I disconnected the call then I took a quick last glance at the mirror, hoping that he would be satisfied with the surprise.

As I arrived at his place, I met cars parked outside and people standing at the doorway. I smiled at them and walked in confidently. So, apparently Chris hosted a party without my knowledge. I wonder if he also planned it as a surprise but I doubted because he already dismissed me for the evening.

The jamming of music and the chatter from the crowd made me very uncomfortable. I wasn't used to having a lot of people around me - the more reason why I didn't know any of his friends.

Dialing his number and sending multiple texts which was left unanswered, my mind wandered to the various places he could be that warranted him to ignore me.

"Ooh! The birthday boy is here," shouted a loud voice behind me. Everyone's attention turned to the door as they all started chanting a birthday song.

I tried to steal a view over the obstructing heads and when I finally did, I regretted instantly. Chris was in the middle of the crowd, smiling to the birthday song with his arm wrapped around a woman's waist.

It was just his arm wrapped around a woman's waist but she wasn't any woman. She was Debbie, his long-time crush from college.

I watched quietly, shaking off the thought that there was something else involved but I still felt uneasy. My suspicion was confirmed at the end of the birthday song when Chris, my own boyfriend I had broken all odds for made an announcement that shattered my thoughts.

"Thank you everyone for making it to my party. I haven't hosted a party for a very long time so I would use this opportunity to celebrate my birthday and my six months anniversary with Debbie."

What was happening? I couldn't believe my ears.

In the midst of my confusion, Chris gazed at Debbie with a kind of affection that I had never gotten from him. Finally, he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her deeply.

Squeals of delight, cheers and applause erupted from the crowd while I was left speechless. I couldn't believe this last minute betrayal by someone I had planned the future with.

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