My Escape From His Poisonous Love

For seven years, my husband, Dwight, was a saint for publicly forgiving me for letting his mother die.

Today, he let my father die. And I learned his forgiveness was just a seven-year-long lie.

He refused to send a medical helicopter, choosing instead to listen to his new, twenty-two-year-old lover, Charity, preach about the universe's plan.

At my father's funeral, she crashed the service in a wedding dress, drew a clown smile on my father's face with lipstick, and announced she was pregnant.

"You're a barren wasteland," she sneered. "A broken woman he can't stand the sight of."

That's when I understood. His forgiveness was never real. It was a slow-burning revenge for a crime his own mother had orchestrated against me-a crime that left me unable to ever have children.

He thought he had taken everything from me. He was wrong. He left me one thing: revenge. And I was about to burn his entire world to the ground.

Chapter 1

Alex POV:

Seven years ago, my husband, Dwight Adkins, became a saint for publicly forgiving me for letting his mother die. Today, he let my father die, and I learned that forgiveness was just a seven-year-long lie.

I remember the day I met Dwight. It felt like my black-and-white world had suddenly exploded into color. He was everything I wasn't-born into old New York money, charismatic, the brilliant CEO of a tech empire he built from the ground up. And he loved me with a terrifying, all-consuming intensity.

He wasn't just devoted; he was obsessed.

Before we were married, he had his lawyers draft a document that transferred every single one of his personal assets to my name. His stocks, his properties, his liquid cash. Everything.

"So you' ll never feel insecure," he' d whispered, his lips against my hair. "So you know that everything I have is yours."

It was an insane gesture, a grand, theatrical performance of love that the world applauded. But it didn't stop there.

A year into our marriage, he did something even more extreme. He had a small bio-tracker chip, no bigger than a grain of rice, implanted into the flesh of his forearm. It was linked to an app on my phone.

"This way, you can find me anytime, anywhere," he' d said, showing me the faint scar. "And this way," he added, his eyes dark with a passion that bordered on madness, "you know I' ll never go anywhere you can' t reach."

His love was a cage, but it was a beautiful, gilded one, and for a long time, I was happy to live inside it. I loved him just as fiercely. I would have done anything for him. And I did.

I let his mother die.

Eleanor Adkins was a monster disguised as a society matriarch. She hated me from the moment Dwight brought me home. She saw me as a contamination to her pristine bloodline. On the day she collapsed from a sudden, aggressive cancer, I was