Discovered His Will, Faked My Death

After seven years of marriage, I discovered my billionaire husband Grayson' s will.

He was leaving his entire fortune not to me, but to his young protégée, Kira. My life was a lie; I was just a placeholder, a womb for the heir his mistress couldn't carry.

When I demanded a divorce, he laughed.

"You're pregnant, Elyse. And you think you're just going to walk away with my child?"

He tore up the papers, threatening to use his immense power to take our baby. Then Kira, his mistress, showed up at my door, confirming my worst fear: Grayson wanted my child to raise as his and hers.

She even sent me a photo of him asleep in her bed, wearing the pajamas I bought him, with a chilling message.

"He hopes our baby has a dimple too. For me."

I was chosen because I resembled her. My son was meant to be her child.

That night, I vanished. The news later reported a pregnant woman, identified by my wedding ring, had died in a clinic fire. But I was already on a plane, my hand on my belly, escaping to a new life.

Chapter 1

Elyse POV:

My heart stopped when I saw it. The trust document, tucked away in the back of Grayson' s secure digital file, the one he swore was just for business. I knew the password. He never changed it. It was our anniversary date, a detail I used to find sweet. Now, it just felt like a cruel joke.

I clicked it open, a cold dread washing over me. It was his will. His last will and testament. And it left everything, every single one of his billion-dollar assets, to Kira McGuire.

Kira. The young artist he sponsored. The one he always called his protégé. My stomach twisted. Seven years. Seven years of my life, of my marriage to Grayson Graves, and it was all a lie.

He had promised me a life of love. A partnership. But the ironclad prenup we signed, the one he' d insisted on, screamed a different truth. No traditional wedding. No family. Just a quick ceremony and a document that ensured I walked away with nothing. I had dismissed it then, drunk on what I thought was love. "Traditions are for lesser men, Elyse," he'd said, his eyes intense, making me feel special. "Our love is beyond such trivialities."

I had believed him. For seven long years, I had believed him.

But now, staring at the screen, it was clear. I was nothing. A placeholder. A womb.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Grayson stood there, his face a mask of fury.

"What do you think you're doing?" he spat, his voice like ice. "Get away from my computer."

"The password," I said, my voice shaking but steady. "It was our anniversary. You never changed it."

He didn't answer. He just strode across the room, grabbed the laptop, and slammed it shut. His fingers flew across the keyboard, changing the