Seven Years A Lie, Now A Queen

n-dollar empire. On our anniversary, I discovered our marriage was

to kill me and my unborn child, lea

eal father was a reclusive tech billionaire who had be

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nvelope that felt out of place in my cluttered mailbox. I almost threw it out, assuming it was

it. Anya Alexander.

away and named me the sole beneficiary of his estate. It requested my presence for the reading of the will. The

take. A very elabo

ature. This one was from the county clerk' s office. It was a single, devastating page. A r

n response to your request, please be advised that our records show

y fingers went numb,

rec

ect behind the billion-dollar empire of Glass Innovations. He was the charismatic face, the handsome vis

ach to protect him, to keep his fledgling company from imploding before it ever had a chance to f

n a small, sterile government office, the air thick with the smell of cheap coffee and despair. He' d slipped a simple silver band on my finger. "A quiet c

the bedrock of everything Glass Innovations became. I was his secre

r. A symbol of a promise that, accord

nite of the kitchen island. A news alert. I gla

flashed across the scr

front

He was holding a velvet box, and inside it, a diamond so large it looked obscene. And k

personally mentored, the one who alway

red world: "Tech Mogul Hamilton Glass Proposes to L

e love.

he edge of the counter, my knuckles white. Another alert popped up. A celebrity gossip site. It had more

y throat. It wasn't just the shock. It was the secret I' d been holding close for the past t

preg

d built around this one man, had just

all swirled into a vortex of betrayal so profound it stole the very air I needed to scream. He hadn' t just cheated on me. He had co

versary gift I' d prepared for him on the counter: a custom-made wat

d just bec