My Cheating Husband Regretted Everything After I Married a Powerful Billionaire

Angela Bailey spent six years believing her marriage was built on love, only to discover her devoted husband was nothing more than a polished illusion.

When she filed for divorce and asked her daughter to leave with her, the little girl clung to another woman’s hand and called her “Mom.”

Donald Turner, cold and entitled, told her, “As long as you apologize to Nina, you can still live your high-society life.”

Angela scoffed. “You might not even stay in high society yourself.”

She walked out of the Turner household with nothing, determined to rebuild her life from the ground up. With her own talent and grit, she joined a new company and went head-to-head with her ex.

Just when Donald realized his mistake and wanted her back, another man stepped into Angela’s life—someone who protected her openly, supported her quietly, and cherished her without hesitation.

Donald regretted everything and wanted her back.

He appeared with their daughter, eyes red as he pleaded, “I’ll give you the entire Turner family. Please love me and our daughter again.”

The man beside Angela laughed. “The Turner family? That means nothing. Angela doesn’t need it. And as for a daughter…”

He looked at Angela, and together they said, “We already have one.”

Angela Bailey could never have imagined that the one who destroyed her marriage wasn’t some mistress or seductress, but her own sister-in-law, Nina Fox.

Two months earlier, Nina had returned from abroad and slipped seamlessly into every corner of Donald Turner’s daily life.

She took care of everything, whether it was making his meals and picking his clothes or peeling his shrimp and linking arms with him on evening walks.

She even prepared his bathwater ahead of time each night.

Angela had been busy developing the third-generation imaging chip and had barely been home during those two months.

When the housekeeper hinted that the two of them seemed far too close for ordinary siblings, Angela didn’t think much of it.

After all, Nina was seven years younger than Donald, and he had brought her home from a snowy roadside when she was a child, treating her like a real sister ever since.

Of course they were close.

Besides, Donald had always been distant and indifferent toward other women.

Angela had always trusted him completely until the day she came home without warning…

Angela stood at the bedroom door.

Her smile froze when she saw Nina, dressed in a nightgown, stretched across Donald’s chest, his robe hanging loose and his bronzed skin exposed beneath it.

Nina’s hands were already sliding inside.

“Get up already. Dolly is already at preschool, and you’re still lazing in bed instead of getting dressed…”

Donald let out a laugh, something Angela hardly ever heard.

“That tickles… stop it, Nina. I’m getting up, alright? You win.”

“Tell me, aren’t I a better alarm clock than Angela?”

Angela expected Donald to say no.

Six years ago, Donald had been so determined to marry Angela that he cut ties with his