From Hidden Wife to His Worst Nightmare

At my wedding rehearsal dinner, a photo of me and my fiancé’s older brother—naked in bed—was displayed in front of everyone.

I said it was a setup.

Jason, my soon-to-be husband and the Don of the Vale, said, “I trust you.” He erased the footage—and married me anyway.

For two years, he kept me hidden while my stepsister, Nerissa, stood beside him in public.

He said it was to protect me—so I believed him.

I believed him even when the rumors said he was sleeping with her, even when he introduced her as his Donna… until today, when I found them in bed together.

Jason didn’t even stop kissing her when he saw me. “Do you like this anniversary gift, Alina?”

That was when I finally understood— Jason had never believed me—and the reason he still married me wasn’t love. It was punishment.

Alina’s POV

My Don boyfriend, Jason Vale, married me after seeing a naked photo of me with his own brother. It was fake—and I thought he knew that. But today, as I caught him in bed with my step-sister, I finally understood—Jason had never believed me, and this marriage was never about love. It was punishment.

I had just returned from shopping for Jason and my wedding anniversary dinner when I heard it—a low, breathless moan drifting from the master bedroom.

It was sharp, unmistakable and intimate.

My steps froze.

For a split second, my mind scrambled for explanations—any explanation—but every single one collapsed into the same truth.

The man in that room could only be my husband, Jason.

I moved slowly down the hallway, my pulse loud in my ears. The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, just slightly ajar, leaving a narrow gap.

And through that gap—

I saw her, Nerissa, my stepsister, straddling on top of Jason, their bodies tangled together as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

“Jason… oh, Jason…” she breathed, her voice soft and eager.

The next moment, he flipped her beneath him, his voice low and rough as he moved against her, “How come Alina never this interesting in bed.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the door open, nearly shouting at Jason, “What the hell are you doing!”

Jason looked unbothered at all, he didn’t even get off from Nerissa, just coldly said, “What? You can sleep with my brother and I cannot do it with yours?”

The memory hit me all over again. The rehearsal dinner before the wedding, what should have been a slideshow of childhood photos turned into humiliation when a naked picture of me in bed with his older brother, Dominic, was shown in front of everyone.

Anyone who knew us should have known it made no sense. Yes, Dominic and I grew up together. Yes, our families were close. But none of that mattered once the image appeared.

I explained to Jason. He said almost nothing, only had the photo taken down, silenced the room—and still married me the next day.

And