The Wife He Buried, the Son I Saved

When I was seven months pregnant, I found an expired asset transfer agreement in a hidden compartment in Nathan Cole’s study.

Twenty percent of Cole Group’s shares, worth billions, along with three overseas estates and a private island.

All of it was to be given, free of charge, to my stepsister, Sophie Bennett.

But when Nathan married me, all he handed me was a prenup.

“It’s a business marriage. Just a formality,” he’d said casually. “Sign it.”

I signed, entering the Cole family with nothing.

After ten years of marriage, I didn’t even know the PIN to his bank card.