I whispered, ‘I’m ruined… bankrupt,’ on my wedding day—just to see if he loved me or my fortune. His face twisted. ‘You’re a fat pig, and now you’re worthless. I’m not marrying you!’ he snarled before kicking my chair and sending me crashing to the floor. Then my brother stepped in, cold as steel: ‘It was a test.’ What my groom lost next was far more than a bride—it was his entire empire… and I made sure of it.
I should have known the truth about Ethan Cole long before our wedding day, but love has a way of softening warning signs until they look harmless. For two years, I told myself his sharp comments were stress, his obsession with status was ambition, and the way he always asked about my family’s investments was just…