My Ex Husband Is A Fraud

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

Xiao Wang

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

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ISABELLE’s POV

The timer beeped, signaling that my cake was done. I took it out of the oven, letting the golden-brown beauty

cool on the rack. A smile spread across my face as I gazed at my handiwork. Today marks one year since I and Roger got married and I couldn't wait to celebrate our anniversary together.

I glanced at the wall clock, it was already 5 PM. Roger will soon be on his way home which means I need to quickly finish up with the cake so I can shower and get dressed for him.

I sighed a sigh of relief after I finished with the icing. I removed my apron in a swift and hurriedly made my way to the stairs taking two at a time with my feet barely in contact with each step as I bound upward. I got to the room, took off my clothes, and went straight to the bathroom to shower.

I looked at all the dresses hung in my closet but couldn't decide what to wear. I pushed aside the hangers one by one before stumbling on the red fitted dress Roger bought me on my birthday. With a wide grin on my face, I sighed, this is perfect I thought to myself.

I checked my phone to find out how much time I had left, 6: 30 PM. I screamed at myself. I sat in front of my makeover mirror as I applied a little makeup on my face. I rounded up everything with a mild pink blush on my cheeks and went on with my setting spray. Perfect, I winked at myself.

After styling my hair, I quickly put on my dress, pairing it with a black-colored heel. I checked myself out in the mirror, and a feeling of uncertainty engulfed me. I hope he likes how I look. I drafted a short text to Roger saying I can't wait to see him. I waited for a few minutes but didn't get any reply back. He must be busy.

I made my way downstairs, setting the table and lining up different dishes I had prepared. I took a glimpse of the clock, 8 PM. What is taking him so long to come back? I checked my phone to see if he had sent me a message but didn't see anything from him.

Roger was the best decision I ever made, after losing my parents on my 18th birthday, and my only uncle Wilbur 5 years after my parents' death, Roger has always been there for me. I love him so much and I know he loves me as much as I do. Uncle Wilbur was against my relationship with Roger, the reason being that he didn't think he could trust Roger with me. But I couldn't care less, what matters is that I love him and want to be with him.

I jolted up at the sound of the alarm ringing, I had fallen asleep while waiting for Roger. I got anxious because Roger had never been late before. I know he started staying out late because of work sometimes, but he should have made our anniversary an exception.

I called him several times but he wouldn't pick up, and a cold shiver ran through my spine. Negative thoughts began to fill my head. What if something bad had happened to him on his way home? I clenched my fist as I went out and boarded a taxi to his office. While on my way to his office, I kept calling and he still wasn't picking up. My heart raced with so much intensity that this had never happened before.

I got to his office building and headed straight to his office but he wasn't there. I ran a hand through my hair confused about what to do next. Immediately I remembered Roger had a room in the office building where he took naps in between office hours.

I gathered myself together and went to check on him there. I paused at the entrance of the room as I heard moaning sounds coming from the room. I stood there hoping it was someone else and not Roger. I opened the door and to my surprise was Roger having sex with his secretary Sophia.

Despair came crashing, I stood there for a few seconds and they didn't even notice me. Tears filled up my eyes as I quickly sniffed trying to hold them from falling. Roger noticed me but couldn't care less as he continued with his show of affection and lust for his secretary.

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