Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

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.

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"Ah!"

An ear-piercing scream shattered the peaceful atmosphere in the Kameron family villa.

It was Rena Kameron's 80th birthday party today, and the guests had gathered in the living room, chatting merrily. They now all turned alertly in the direction of the scream.

At the foot of the stairs, Cassidy Bradley was curled into a ball, writhing in pain. Her arms and legs were covered in bruises, which stood out against her flawless skin. She even had a busted lip, and blood dribbled down her chin.

Aghast and shocked, the crowd looked up the staircase, where a woman was standing at the top with an expressionless face.

Belinda Fletcher?

Immediately, the guests exchanged knowing looks. They could roughly guess what had happened.

They started to scold Belinda relentlessly. "You should've talked to Russell first instead of bullying this woman!"

"Indeed! A mature woman wouldn't resort to violence even when it comes to another woman. Rather, she should've learned to tame her husband!"

Belinda clenched her fists tightly. She was so pissed that she couldn't find any words to retort at the moment.

Those bystanders clearly had no interest in finding out the truth. They were too busy pointing fingers at Belinda with contempt and sneers.

Although Belinda and Russell Kameron were married, it was known to all in Eimbury that Belinda had practically snatched Russell away from Cassidy.

It was already gracious of Cassidy to not have taken revenge on that home-wrecker!

Belinda, on the other hand, hadn't stopped making things difficult for Cassidy since then.

At this moment, Russell quietly emerged from the crowd, frowning at the scene in front of him.

When they saw how displeased he looked, someone couldn't help but take pleasure in the spicy incident. "Russell, you're finally here. Your wife was just bullying this poor woman!"

Hearing this uncalled-for comment, Russell frowned.

He hurried to Cassidy's side, his eyes wrought with worry. "Are you okay, Cassidy? What happened?"

"I'm fine... It's not Belinda's fault... Sh-she didn't do it on purpose. It's actually me. I was just being clumsy..." Cassidy stammered in a feeble voice.

Not her fault?

Russell knew his wife very well. Belinda would do anything in her power to achieve her goal!

Russell flew into a rage and acted on impulse as soon as he heard Cassidy's side of the story. He rushed up the stairs and hissed at Belinda, "Apologize to Cassidy at once!"

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