THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORGOTTEN WIFE: My Husband's Redemption

Six years ago, Betty Cooper thought marrying billionaire Nathaniel Blackwell would be her fairytale ending.

Instead, it became her prison.

He blames her for ruining his life and for the scandal that cost him the love of his life.

She blames herself for still loving a man who only looks at her with hate.

“How long will you punish me?” I whisper through clenched teeth.

“Six years, Nathaniel… isn’t that enough?”

His eyes burn through me as he spits back, “You cost me the most important thing in my life when you drugged me that night, Betty. And I’m going to make sure you lose something just as important before I’m done with you.”

But when the truth finally comes out, and Nathaniel realizes he’s been wrong all along, it might already be too late.

Because this time, Betty’s not the one begging for love… He is.

BETTY.

I stand frozen as the casket is being lowered into the ground, the dull thud of earth hitting wood echoing through the cold air.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel right now. Because it’s all there, twisting and burning inside me: grief, regret, heartbreak, and mostly anger.

He couldn’t even spare a few minutes to be here. To help me bury my mother.

A gentle squeeze pulls me back to the present, and I glance down only to see her—my heart, my only reason to live, my little Grace.

Her small fingers wrap around mine, her green eyes so much like mine staring up, full of worry I wish she’d never have to carry.

“Mommy, are you okay? Is Daddy coming?” she asks, her tiny voice soft and innocent.

My throat tightens, and for a moment I can’t breathe, so I take a shaky step back from the grave, my vision blurring.

“No, baby,” I mutter, forcing a small smile. “Not today.”

I then lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, her little arms wrapping around my waist, grounding me.

Around us, the few people who knew my mother step forward one by one, tossing handfuls of soil into the grave until the casket disappears beneath it.

The sound of dirt hitting wood echoes in my chest, and each thud is a reminder of everything I’ve lost.

I hold Grace close, her head against my chest, and I pretend to be strong, because if I let go now, she’ll see me fall apart.

I hear a familiar voice coming from behind me, and when I turn, it’s my best friend Lucy, the only connection I have to my old life.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her warmth almost breaking me. “Babe, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?” she asks.

I sigh, forcing a faint smile. “Well… you can rescue me from going back to that house.”

Lucy shakes her head, her lips twisting into a sad smile before she glances down at Grace. “He didn’t come? What’s his reason this time?”

A small,