Blurb：
When Nate's empire crumbled, he exiled his wife Jenny and son Alan to a remote island, claiming they needed to hide from creditors. But Jenny discovered the truth: Nate was throwing a lavish party with his mistress Stella, who was pregnant with his child. Nate callously revealed he had shipped surplus dog food from Stella's failed business to the island, enough to sustain them for years.
Three years later, Nate returns, expecting to reclaim his family. But Jenny has rebuilt her life with a new husband, Liam. When Nate calls, Jenny delivers a shocking response that leaves him stunned.
Now back in civilization, Jenny encounters Stella flaunting her mother's stolen heirloom locket—a precious keepsake Nate had lied about losing. The confrontation ignites Jenny's fury as she reclaims what's rightfully hers.
Witness Jenny's transformation from betrayed wife to empowered woman in this gripping tale of revenge, lies, and redemption. Will Nate realize the consequences of his cruelty? Can Stella's facade of innocence survive Jenny's wrath? Dive into a story where secrets unravel and justice is served.
Content：
My husband’s empire collapsed overnight. That same night, he rushed our son and me to a remote island, claiming we needed to hide from creditors.But something felt wrong. I turned back halfway, only to find him throwing a lavish party at our home, a beautiful woman in his arms.
His friend smirked. "You sent them to that godforsaken rock? What will they eat?"
Nate replied casually, “When Stella’s dog food brand failed, I had the surplus shipped there. It’s enough for years.”
Stella snuggled closer. “You’re so good to me and our baby,” she whispered, touching her stomach.
He chuckled. “You’re too soft-hearted. I had to remove that she-devil before she found out you’re pregnant. Once the baby’s born, I’ll bring them back. It’ll be too late for her to protest.”
Lightning seemed to strike me; I broke into a cold sweat.
Three years later, he called as planned. "How are you and Alan? I’m coming to get you."
I glanced at the man sleeping beside me and smiled. “We’re wonderful. My new husband is so good to me—and your son.”
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There was a pause on the other end, followed by a chuckle. He thought I was joking.
“Jenny, you haven't changed a bit. Still got that sharp tongue.”
“I know you’re upset I haven’t visited or called these past three years. But honey, circumstances wouldn’t allow it. I just settled the last of my debts, and you’re the first person I called. I’ll be there in two days to get you and Alan.”
I was about to cut him off when my phone died.
My new husband, Liam, stirred beside me. He rolled over, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me back into the warm cocoon of our bed. We’d been up late last night and were both exhausted.
When I woke again in the afternoon, Liam was already at his office. A bodyguard had driven our son, Alan, to his international school. Feeling rested, I headed to the grocery store, planning to cook a special dinner for my two boys.
I was inspecting a rack of lamb when a woman’s voice cut through the air.
“Jenny?”
I looked up. It was Stella.
She was flanked by two maids, one of whom was holding a two-year-old girl. No paternity test was needed; the child was the spitting image of Nate.
Stella’s eyes widened in genuine shock, clearly stunned to see me here. My own gaze, however, was fixed on the heirloom locket hanging around her neck—a locket that had been my mother’s. Three and a half years ago, Nate had told me he’d lost it. We filed a police report, and he’d stayed up for three straight nights, searching frantically. He had apologized with bloodshot eyes, and I had grieved for that precious memento for months.
He knew it was the only thing I had left of my mother. And he had lied, giving it to her.
Beyond the locket, she was dripping in designer labels and high-end jewelry. Nate had clearly taken very good care of her these past three years.
“Sister,” Stella cooed, her voice laced with a cloying sweetness that felt more like a provocation. “Welcome back.”
Three years ago, she would have bowed her head and addressed me as "Mrs. Peterson." Back then, she owned a small dog food processing plant, and my mother-in-law, a dog lover, was a frequent customer. Stella was always so polite, so deferential. There was no hint of the shameless homewrecker she would become.
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My hand shot out, and I ripped the locket from her neck.
A raw, red line appeared on her pale skin. She gasped, clutching her throat. “Ouch!”
“This is mine,” I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you dare test me again. Next time, I won’t be so gentle.”
I didn’t want a scene. When a man cheats, the fault lies with him.
Stella’s expression soured, a mix of hurt and indignation. “I call you 'sister' out of respect for Nate,” she said, her voice rising. “He gave me that locket, and you’d better give it back. And another thing—Nate and I are together now. This is our daughter. I’ve always believed women shouldn’t make things hard for other women, which is why I’m always telling Nate to be kinder to you.”
I scoffed. The audacity to spin such a web of self-serving lies, to act so righteous after committing such a despicable act.
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