The night of the trap with the mysterious CEO

Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

Rum Runner

I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

Modern Revenge Bankruptcy Billionaires Female-Centered Ex-wife

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"You two get out of my house! Bad luck!” Mila exclaimed while throwing the belongings of siblings Isabel and Isaac out of the apartment.

"Oh, Aunt Mila! What are you doing?!” Isabel exclaimed as she rushed over to pick up their clothes that were scattered on the road.

She had just come home from work and seemed surprised by what she saw.

"Aunt Mila, what happened and you suddenly kicked us out?" Isabel asked again as she picked up their clothes one by one.

Mila retorted fiercely, "Your stupid brother! Letting all my remaining money be stolen!"

“Stolen?”

“Yes! The thief entered the house because he left the door open! Your brother Isabel is really stupid!” Mila added angrily.

Isabel ignored her Aunt's anger and dashed into her room to find her brother.

“Isaac! Isaac!” she called.

"Sister.." Isaac muttered as he carried his shattered paintings.

"What happened? Are you okay? Didn't the thief hurt you?" Isabel asked, touching her brother's face.

"I'm fine sister, the thief stole all of Aunt Mila's money," Isaac replied regretfully, looking at his paintings. "S-She destroyed my paintings because she was very upset with me, saying they were not worth it," he continued.

Isabel was losing her temper with their 50-year-old Aunt at the moment. She went back to the balcony to confront her.

"Why did you destroy his paintings? You know, that's all he does for commission."

"Commission? That's useless for the money he gave to the thief!"

"Aunt Mila, you didn't even ask how my brother was? Maybe the thief hit him? No! All you have in mind is money!”

"Hey Isabel! Don't yell at me because you'll just be swallowed up in my life and if it wasn't for me you both might have been homeless on the street for a long time!"

Isabel couldn't resist her irritation with her Aunt Mila, so she burst into tears.

"What are you standing us there for? Pick up your stuff outside and get out of here!” Mila continued.

Isabel remained silent but bravely gazed at her brother in their room.

"Isaac, get dressed and we'll leave here." she said hurriedly while taking some of her things from her cabinet.

"Sister, where are we going?" Isaac asked sadly.

Isabel stopped. "I don’t know, as long as we leave here." Isabel answered.

Isaac stood up and helped put their things away.

__________

"That's really your Aunt Mila still hasn't changed. You think she can throw her nephews away just because of money?” Alice said in disbelief while preparing food for Isabel and Isaac.

"I'm sorry Alice, I don't know where else to go." Isabel said sadly.

"Come on, Isabel, we're best friends. I can't leave you alone, right?"

Isabel stood up and hugged Alice's back. "Thank you very much. I owe you a lot."

Alice smiled. "You know how you can get back?"

"How?"

"Come with me tomorrow night, I have an extra job." Alice said happily.

Isabel frowned, for her it is not new that this friend of hers has an extra job because she herself gave her a job as a waitress at a famous Resort here in New York.

"Okay, make sure that's legal."

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