I Married The Villain To Destroy You

I stared at the two faint pink lines on the stick, the miracle I had bled for over three years.

I was finally pregnant.

Then, my phone buzzed with a video message from an unknown number.

It was my husband, Marco.

He wasn't at a business meeting. He was at a club, his hand up the skirt of a woman named Sienna.

"She is barren. She is useless," Marco laughed on the screen, promising his mistress the world if she gave him a son.

He was stealing millions from my company to fund her life, while I played the perfect, submissive wife.

But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity.