Cheat On Me to My Face

I spend ten years helping my fiancé fight and claw his way to the top. Finally, he becomes the head of the local mafia.

But once he has everything, he falls for another woman. Suddenly, he wants nothing to do with the promise he made to marry me.

Just as he boasts about throwing her the wedding of the century, one of his men can't hold back his confusion.

"Olivia stood by you through everything. Weren't you crazy about her? And now you're marrying someone else?"

Joshua Harding snuffs out his cigarette, slowly turning the silver couple's ring he shares with Abigail Mauser between his fingers.

"Olivia?" He scoffs. "She's got blood on her hands. How could she ever compare to my sweet, innocent Abigail?"

The subordinate hesitates. "But Olivia's sharp. If she finds out and turns against you, then what?"

Joshua frowns before smirking coldly. "Belcove is completely under my control. It's not like I'll lose it without her around."

Little does he know I'm standing outside and listening to every word.

I drop the medicine I brought him into the trash and pull out my phone. I text his biggest rival, Michael Sheridan. "Want Joshua's turf and his life? I'm handing them to you!"

I was writing the permission slip for a speedboat to leave the island when Joshua Harding came looking for me.

"I've got a large shipment coming to the island the day after tomorrow. Bring some guys with you and oversee the pickup yourself. Also, clear out that house of yours. I need it."

Joshua was solemnly barking his orders at me, but I found the whole thing laughable.

He was asking me to risk my life for a shipment just so he could marry Abigail Mauser. As for my house, he wanted to let Abigail stay there, didn't he?

I hummed a curt acknowledgment, but my indifferent reaction made Joshua frown in displeasure.

"What's your problem now? I'm only choosing not to reveal your relationship with me because of how unstable the situation is. Michael Sheridan is keeping close tabs on everything. I can't possibly risk having all of our people let their guards down just for your sake.

"Right now, your most important task is to help me get away from Michael."

Joshua was used to keeping me under his thumb like that. In the past, I thought this was his way of protecting me. Because of that, I devoted my entire life to scheming on his behalf and achieving his goals for him. But now, everything felt like a cruel joke.

Handing him the permission slip for the speedboat, I responded coolly, "There's no problem. I'm used to this."

Joshua got a sense that something was out of the ordinary. Eyes flashing with annoyance, he scribbled his signature so hard that the pen broke through the paper.

"Olivia Cassidy! What's with that attitude, huh? All I did was ask you for your house. Everything on this island belongs to me, including your