Prime Priority

My childhood sweetheart, Samuel Burton, once promises that he will marry me the moment we graduate from college.

But on our wedding day, he shows up late. When we finally find him, he's tangled in bed with my stepsister, Vivian Holcomb, in a hotel room.

In front of everyone, Ethan Fuller, the heir to the wealthiest family, steps forward and boldly declares that I am the one he has secretly loved for years.

Five years into our marriage, he remembers every little thing I say, and I truly believe I am the person he cares about most.

Until one day, when I'm doing housework and accidentally find a confidential folder hidden deep in his desk drawer.

The very first page is Vivian's resume.

On it is his own handwriting. He has written, "Priority. Above everything else."

Behind it is a hospital operations report I have never seen before.

The date matches the night of my car accident.

I was rushed to a hospital owned by Fuller Group, yet no surgeon ever came. By the time I woke up, the baby I'm carrying was gone because I had lost too much blood.

I cried in Ethan's arms until my voice broke, but I never told him the full truth. I didn't want him to worry even more.

But now I finally know. Vivian was also injured that night, and the order Ethan sent to the hospital was— "Pull every specialist available. Treat Vivian first."

My tears soak into the page, blurring the ink. "If I'm not your top priority, I'll disappear from your life then."

After arranging everything for my departure, I hung up the phone and slipped the confidential file back where it belonged.

Outside the door, a familiar hint of tobacco drifted in.

I looked up and realized it was Ethan Fuller, my husband.

He walked in, the cold from the night still clinging to his suit.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and his warm breath brushed against my neck. His voice was low and gentle, just like always.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked.

"I was just thinking about my new jewelry auction." I smiled, forcing my tone to sound light and normal.

He rested his head on my shoulder, his fingers gliding through my hair. "Honey, you've stayed up too many nights for this auction. I hired a world-class nutrition consultant for you. She'll be here tomorrow."

In the five years we had been married, Ethan had spoiled me in every way imaginable.

I hated the cold, so he kept warmers in his pockets at all times. I was afraid of the dark, so he never turned off the lights until after I fell asleep.

Everyone envied me. They said the cold, untouchable heir of the Fuller family never lowered his pride for anyone, except me. They said it so many times that even I believed it.

It was only tonight that I finally understood that his so-called love was nothing more than a