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.

Modern Revenge Bankruptcy Billionaires Female-Centered Ex-wife

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Kate“s POV

I“m leaving.

I can“t take this anymore.

6 hours earlier

"I can“t marry him mom" I pleaded， "Please tell Dad， I can“t"

"There is nothing I can do about it my child， please try to understand" my mom pleaded back. "Please understand you are doing this for me and your father， without this our business will go bankrupt"

Wow， just wow.

"So you are willing to sell your daughter“s happiness for the success of your business"

"Kat---"

"Don“t Kate me， you even have the audacity to shamelessly tell me that" I laughed bitterly.

"You will not speak to me like that young lady， your father and I are doing this for you---"

"How is this for me， I didn“t expect this from you mom， I didn“t"

"That“s enough young lady" came my dad“s booming voice.

I looked towards the door of my room and saw him come in. He was always like that， always able to direct people“s attention to him whenever he wanted. He was never really a father to me now he comes to interfere with my life asking me to get married to a man I don“t love.

"Dad---"

"You will do as I say young lady or consider yourself disowned."

"What!" I screamed.

"What!" This came from my mom.

"You can“t mean that Dad." Even though he wasn“t a good dad didn“t mean I didn“t love him.

"Well I am not joking， now seeing as you are ready to comply I suggest to go get ready for your date with Aiden."

I was livid.

Aiden Carlton， the sole heir to the Carlton fortune. As sexy as his name sounded he was the biggest jerk known to mankind. He had the personality of a dog and an ego the size of Mount Everest. He always made me feel so small. I suffered from depression for about two years. Yes， my Dad had been pushing me to marry him for three years. But now because of my inability to comply and now that his company is on the verge of bankruptcy he wants the wedding to be as soon as possible. My Dad knew about my depression caused by Aiden but never believed me because he was of the impression that I was lying to get out of the relationship with him. No way in hell was I going to marry him.

"You know what Dad， I have had enough. All my life I stood by the sidelines watching you take decisions for me and I never said anything， like in fifth grade when you made me take P.E when I really wanted to go to ballet class， or in the 9th grade when you sent me off to boarding school because you wanted me to be more refined according to you standards， or since 12th grade when you always sent me on dates with your friends sons because you wanted me to find the ideal son-in-law for you， it wasn“t even the ideal husband for me...."

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