My Cold-Hearted Ex, My Billionaire Love

Fresh out of the hospital, my leg throbbed from the research accident, the pain meds useless. I just wanted to heal in peace. Instead, I walked into our bedroom to find my wife, Brenda, in bed with her adoptive brother, Billy Ray—the same man she always claimed was suffering from a rare, terminal illness.

My stitches burst, blood soaking my pants, but Brenda just scoffed, called me "dramatic," and ordered me out. She literally pushed me aside to attend to his "stress." Divorce papers met me at the ER, followed by vile photos from Billy Ray, celebrating their betrayal.