The billionaire husband who tried to kill me

ia's

booked, and our guy is ready with the camera. As soon as she's knocked out, we'll get everythi

ll work, Victoria? We can't afford

ever failed you? Th

ation with Natalie, my sister-in-law. Victoria is my dad's adopted daughter, she is slightly older th

istakable. Has she always despised me

door open just enough to peek inside. What I saw shattered my world in an instant. There, standin

be. Not Marcus.

en awfully quiet. Don't tell me you've actually fallen for her? Sophia is

end me, tell them they were crazy, that he loved

what methods you use. I just need those company shares." He ran a hand through his da

le a sob as I stumbled away from the door, nearly knocking over a vase in my h

**

d partnership, all built on lies. Marcus never loved me. He was

aking down my cheeks. My whole marriage was just a business tr

ered to my reflection. With shaking hands, I pulled out

ed you to draft divorce p

ime friend replied. "That's not someth

doing," I said firmly.

f course I ca

ow with details," I s

onight's gala was celebrating Marcus's latest business acquisition, a deal

of investors with that million-dollar smile that had once mad

round my waist and kissing my forehead. "I

away from his touch. "Sorr

ked like genuine concern. "Are you

e," I lied smoothly. "

didn't look convinced,

crowd of elegantly dressed guests. I could feel h

ampagne. Her designer dress shimmered under the chandelier lights as she thrus

s watching me, that artificial smile plastered on her f

d directly back to Marcus, who

ng up the champagne. "Natalie i

or hesitation. He simply smiled and raised his own glass. "To

e. I pretended to bring the glass to my lips, then deliberately loosened my grip, letting i

aimed loudly, drawing attention t

side, taking my hands in his and examinin

for injuries. Anyone watching would think I had the most

ands away. "Please, go back to y

u're always so supportive," he said, kissing

l over again at how easily he could switch be

digging into my skin. "What do y

r it and stumbled backward toward the terrace doors. The decorative

though whether from genuine sh

all somewhat, but pain shot through my ankle, and I coul

garden steps. Marcus pushed through the crowd,

ched to lift me up, when Natalie'

hia...she's been

in mid-air. "Wha

t's serious," Natali

s met for one brief moment before he turned and sprinte

ched him disappear, I knew o