Too Late To Beg: The Unwanted Wife Is An Heiress

I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance to become a nobody, just so my husband Ignatz could shine without being overshadowed.

But after five years of silence and sacrifice, he held my hands across his desk and begged me to go to prison.

"I need you to say you were driving the car," he pleaded.

His mistress, Everleigh, had committed a hit-and-run. To save her career, he wanted his pregnant wife to take the fall.

When I told him I was carrying his child, he didn't celebrate. He just looked annoyed and asked me to protect "us"—by which he meant her.