His Regret, Her Freedom

I married tech mogul Ethan Hayes for one purpose: to save my dying brother. Five years, a gilded cage. Curator by day, desperate sister by night, I endured his coldness and countless affairs. Then, a falling sculpture, a blinding pain, and the secret hope of three months was violently extinguished. "I lost the baby," I whispered, my voice raw. His chilling reply: "Don't be dramatic, Ava. I'm busy. Send me the bill." Two days later, my brother, David, his last will to fight gone, passed. Ethan, consumed by a baseless vendetta against my father, publicly humiliated me, using David' s very ashes as a cruel weapon. He even orchestrated my brutal assault in a dark warehouse, leaving me battered and violated, a trophy for his mistress. Every bruised inch of my body screamed, but the betrayal was the deepest wound. Where was the protective man I once knew? How could he have become such a monster, all built on a lie? I wouldn't just break; I would break him. I would uncover the truth about our fathers, expose his monstrous deception, and shatter his world. My meticulous revenge began now.