The Philanthropist's Daughter, The Traitor's Wife

crisis, were framed for fraud and died with their names destroyed. My fiancé,

that the man I adored was systematically stealing my life's work-a social impact pro

lled me "fragile," "trusting," a "charity case," and revealed our entire marriage was a calculate

, leaving me with nothing, again. The man I thought was my protector was,

thing-my family's name, my work, my love. But he had no idea who h

pte

were philanthropists who poured their fortune into a relief fund to help families survive. But they

family turned their backs, afraid t

nly light. He defied everyone, handled my parents' fu

so my 99th time failing to get funding for my social impact project, a platform to connect

a corner booth with his best friend, Chas Mendoza. I smiled, walking clo

she?" Chas asked, swirl

re. "Adeline? Of course not. She still thinks I' m her white k

ucked behind a large potted plant,

ething that sounded like concern. "You funneled every good idea s

preneurship. Jaydan's old flame from college

he's the daughter of criminals, and I'm the saint who married her. Cuba' s product launch is

tering across the marble floor. The sou

innovation to the woman he truly loved. His salvation wasn't for me. It was a strategy. He married me to ste

him moments ago curdled into something bitter and hard. The shock was

savior. He wa

my life. The illusion was shattered. My grief turned to ice. He

m pay. I would t