Jilted Wife, Billionaire's Daughter Rises

My husband, Dalton, publicly humiliated me for the tenth time, flaunting his pregnant mistress, Justine, at a conference for the company I built. I was trapped, paying for my mother' s endless medical bills.

But then Justine took it a step further. She went to my mother' s hospital and cruelly told her everything-all the affairs, all my sacrifices. My mother, in her despair, jumped from the rooftop.

At the funeral, Justine crashed the service with a brass band, showering my mother' s casket with confetti.

"She's just trying to be thoughtful!" Dalton yelled, shielding her as I lunged forward in a blind rage.

He shoved me back, his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare touch her! She's carrying my child!"

He raised his hand to strike me, and I braced for the impact, my world completely shattered.

But the blow never landed.

A chillingly calm, powerful voice cut through the chaos.

"I wouldn't advise that, Dalton."

My estranged, billionaire father had just arrived.

Chapter 1

Blake Gibson POV:

Dalton Anderson' s voice, smug and dripping with false concern, sliced through the air. It was the tenth time this year I' d been publicly humiliated by his affairs, but this time felt different.

"Blake, darling, you look a little… tired," he said, loud enough for the entire tech conference to hear. He draped an arm around Justine Farley, his VP of Marketing, who was beaming beside him. Her hand rested possessively on her visibly pregnant belly.

My jaw clenched. I could feel every eye in the room on me.

"Perhaps the long hours are finally catching up," Justine purred, her eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. She was holding a mock-up of the new product, the one I had designed, and casually gesturing to it as if it were her own.

Dalton chuckled, a sound that always grated on my nerves. "She does work hard. But someone has to keep the company afloat, wouldn't you agree, Justine?"

A hush fell over the crowd. They all knew I was the real architect of Elysian Dynamics. They also knew about Dalton' s endless parade of mistresses.

I just smiled, a thin, brittle thing that didn't reach my eyes. "Indeed, Dalton. Someone always has to clean up the messes."

My words hung in the air, a subtle barb that only Dalton seemed to catch. His smile faltered for a second, then he recovered.

"Well, speaking of cleaning up, why don't you head home, Blake? Get some rest. Justine and I can handle the rest of the presentation." He waved a dismissive hand, as if I were a bothersome fly.

The dismissal cut deeper than any insult. This was my company. My creation.

But I simply nodded. "As you wish, Dalton." I turned, my heels clicking loudly on the polished floor, a deliberate, defiant rhythm.

My mind raced. This was it. The breaking point. My mother' s medical bills had been a cage, but that cage was about to shatter.

I pulled out my phone, my