She Was My Wife, Now a Trillionaire

With a practiced smile, Arabella Curtis waved off her friend's story about seeing her husband, Brenton Curtis, acting intimately with a woman at a hotel.

Without missing a beat, she dismissed the possibility that Brenton would ever cheat on her. After all, sharing thirteen years of history and a bond forged in childhood, their connection felt far too deep for betrayal.

She still remembered that on her recent birthday, Brenton had rented the city's largest screen just to broadcast his love for her to all of Ouismont.

Moreover, the two of them were already in the middle of trying for a baby.

Clutching her fresh medical report, Arabella hurried to the company, desperate to tell Brenton she was in good shape for pregnancy.

Stepping out of the private elevator leading straight to the top floor, she found her path to Brenton's office suddenly blocked by a young woman in a yellow dress.

"How did you get up here? If you don't have an appointment, you're not going in."

Studying the young woman before her, Arabella found the woman both charming and strangely familiar.

The young woman raised her hands and locked eyes with Arabella, her face filled with pure arrogance.

Intervening quickly, Cade Reid, Brenton's assistant, rushed over to pull the young woman back. "Sallie, this is Mrs. Curtis. Show her due respect and apologize to her right now."

Recovering from her shock, Sallie Murray bit her lip and tilted her head back defiantly. "Hello, Mrs. Curtis. I'm a student sponsored by Mr. Curtis. I'm grateful he let me intern here. I didn't see your name on his schedule, so I followed protocol just now. I'm sure you'll understand and not hold it against me."

Beneath her gentle expression, her tone carried a subtle edge.

Offering no response, Arabella dropped her gaze to Sallie's fingernails. "That's a very nice shade of polish."

Gazing at the shimmering blue, Arabella realized it was the exact same color she'd seen on Brenton's pinky just yesterday. Last night, while cooking their dinner together, confronted with her curious question, he'd claimed it was just an ink smear. At the time, she hadn't given it a second thought.

Tucking her hands behind her back, Sallie looked away, clearly trying to avoid Arabella's stare.

Spotting a dark bruise behind Sallie's ear, Arabella noted the faint tooth marks of a deep, aggressive kiss.

Knowing Brenton for four years, Arabella was all too familiar with his intimate habits.

Many times, in moments of passion, Brenton would often leave a trail of kisses behind her ear, his voice hoarse from suppressing his desire. "When are you going to be ready for me, honey? I'm reaching my breaking point here..."

Battling fragile health for years, Arabella lived with the grim reality that her past uterine injuries turned any potential pregnancy into a gamble with her life.

Brenton was constrained by his condom allergy and a grueling career; the couple had remarkably never consummated their two-year marriage.

Watching Brenton retreat to a