The Rise of the Betrayed Billionarie Ex-Wife

"Darling, you are truly a gift to this family." The booming voice of Margaret Lancaster, her mother-in-law, filled the room. "At last, Damian has found a woman who can give him an heir."

The smile on Elena's face slowly disappeared when she heard the voice from inside the room. She was about to give Damian—her husband of ten years—the best news of her life.

Elena's hand tightly grasped the envelope containing the results of the doctor's examination. She was pregnant with her fourth child.

Elena stopped in the doorway. Her eyes froze at the sight before her. A blonde woman with a perfect body was sitting gracefully on the sofa. She was so very perfect. She was Isabella Monroe.

A top model who often graced fashion magazines. And now, she was sitting confidently in Elena's house, among her family.

"Ah, Auntie, you're too much," Isabella laughed softly, her voice soft yet full of satisfaction.

"Don't call me auntie, dear. You are now my daughter-in-law."

"Right, call us Mommy and Daddy." This time, a heavy voice came from Charles Lancaster, Elena's father-in-law. "Daddy is very happy. Daddy finally has a male heir!"

Elena's chest tightened. At that instant, Damian turned to her. As if he had just noticed her, he stood up from his chair and put his hands in his pockets casually.

"Are you home?" he said in a casual tone, as if there was nothing unusual about the situation.

Elena stared at him in disbelief. Then, she leaned closer. "Damian, what's all this about?"

Isabella stood up slowly, then walked over to Damian before wrapping her arms around him. "Honey, haven't you told your wife yet?" she asked spoilfully.

Elena felt her head throb. Her hand gripped the envelope tightly. "Damian, please say something."

The man sighed, then smiled with a grin. "Elena, I'll be straightforward. Isabella and I have been in a relationship for two years now. She has given me something that even you can't."

"What do you mean?" Elena whispered, her heart beginning to sink.

Damian looked at her sharply. "Isabella has given birth to a son. This is a picture of my son and Isabella; he's only two months old."

Instantly, Elena's eyes widened in shock at her husband's revelation.

"You have given birth to three children for me. But the children you gave birth to were always girls. You know, right? I really want a male offspring."

Elena could only shake her head in disbelief.

"And Olivia, Katty, and Delya will remain yours. They won't get a penny of the treasure either. Elena, you know how this family tradition works, right? A male heir is always more valuable."

"What Damian said is true," Lady Margaret continued. "Your three daughters will never inherit. They are not worthy. And I am so grateful that Isabella came into Damian's life to give him a son. Ten years of marriage, and you can only give three daughters?"

Elena clenched her hands into fists. "So... because I gave birth