HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET
They took her daughter—
They thought they won.
They underestimated her.
Roberta Riggs was the invisible wife of a powerful billionaire—silent, obedient, and easy to overlook.
When her husband, Jace Riggs, reveals he has a secret son with another woman, Roberta’s world cracks. When he demands that their seven-year-old daughter, Ziva, risk her life to save that child… it shatters.
And when Ziva dies—after the hospital neglects her for a VIP patient—something inside Roberta breaks beyond repair.
Betrayed by her husband.
Destroyed by the people she trusted.
Silenced by a powerful family.
Roberta loses everything.
Until she meets him—Brett Temples.
The man she had a reckless one-night stand with years ago.
The man who unknowingly played a role in her daughter’s death.
He’s powerful. He’s married.
And he doesn’t remember her.
But he will.
And when he does, he offers her something dangerous: power… and revenge. But revenge is never simple.
And when their love begins to grow in the ashes of betrayal, one final truth threatens to destroy it all.
They made one mistake—
they didn’t make sure Roberta stayed broken.
She rose.
Now she is done begging. Done forgiving. Done being the woman they could control.
She’s coming back with power.
With secrets about her past, they tried to bury.
With a truth that can burn an empire to the ground.
And this time—
She’s ruthless.
She’s not asking for justice.
She’s taking it.
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Chapter: The Woman in His Wife's ClothesRoberta's POV Sophia's voice died in her throat. She was Standing in the doorway with a folder pressed against her chest, her expression cycling through shock, recognition, and a kind of delighted mortification so pure it almost looked painful. I jerked back from Brett so fast I nearly lost my balance. My mouth felt swollen. My hair was no longer where it had started the morning. Brett’s tie was slightly off-center. We both looked exactly like what we were: two people who had just been making out like the office didn’t exist. “I am so—” Sophia started. “I’ll come back. I’ll just—” “No,” I said, voice thinner than I wanted. I stepped fully away from Brett. “I was just leaving.” Brett’s hand caught my wrist. I looked at him. He looked back with the specific expression of a man who had been mid-sentence—and mid-something else entirely—and considered the matter unfinished. “Later,” I said, quieter. He released my wrist. I walked past Sophia, who was studying the folder in her
Last Updated: 2026-11-01
Chapter: Losing Control Roberta's POV “She lied about me kissing her,” Brett said. His voice was measured, but nothing underneath it was. “Not a small lie. Not a white lie. She looked you in the face in that bathroom and told you I had been physical with her. She used Victoria’s name. She used my grief. She took the most vulnerable thing about me and handed it to you like a weapon.” He paused, eyes locked on mine. “And it worked. You went back to the table, turned your phone off, and kissed Ethan because you believed her.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. “She didn’t make a mistake,” he continued, quieter now, but harder. He looked at me steadily. “I would fire her again tomorrow. Twice.” The silence that followed felt heavier than the argument itself. I looked at him—at the absolute certainty in his face, the unyielding line of his jaw—and I thought about Vanessa in that bathroom. The composed smile. The casual delivery. The way her eyes had sharpened the second mine stung. The brief flash of satisfactio
Last Updated: 2026-10-21
Chapter: Nothing Can Separate Us Roberta's POV We stepped out of the elevator. Ethan was standing there. His eyes went to our hands first. Then to our faces. Something flickered in his expression—surprise, disappointment, a flash of something that looked like hurt. "Good morning, sir," he said. His voice was steady. Professional. But I could hear the tightness underneath. "Good morning, Ethan," Brett said. Ethan looked at me. "Good morning, Roberta." I felt the guilt rise immediately. The memory of last night—the kiss, the way I had used him—flooded through me. "Good morning, Ethan." My voice was warm. Softer than I meant it to be. "How are you?" He blinked. Like he hadn't expected me to ask. "I'm... I'm fine. Thank you." Vanessa stepped forward. She didn't look at me. Her eyes were fixed on Brett. "Good morning, Brett." Her voice was smooth. Practiced. "How did you sleep?" I felt something twist in my chest. The audacity. The sheer nerve. Brett didn't answer. He just looked at her. His hand found my wris
Last Updated: 2026-10-15
Chapter: The Woman From Eight Years Ago Brett’s POV She hesitated. I saw it the second the invitation left my mouth—the way her shoulders tensed, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, the quiet retreat behind them. “I… I don’t know if I should,” she said softly. “I don’t want to feel like I’m replacing her. Like I’m moving into a space that still belongs to Victoria.” The words landed, but they didn’t cut the way they once might have. I stepped closer and cupped Roberta’s face in both hands, thumbs brushing the soft skin of her cheeks so she couldn’t look away. “You’re not replacing her.” My voice came out soft but steady. “You could never replace her. She was my past. You are my future.” She looked at me. Her eyes were wet. Searching. "I love her," I said. "I always will. But she's gone. And I'm here. And I want to be here with you. In this room. In this bed. In this life." The words came out steady. Certain. For the first time in weeks, my mind was clear. No guilt. No confusion. No feeling like I was betraying
Last Updated: 2026-10-05
Chapter: The Mark on My Neck Robertha's POV The door pushed open. Brett stepped in carrying a large wooden tray, the kind that looked like it belonged in a fancy hotel suite. Steam rose from the plates. The rich scent of coffee, butter, and something sweet filled the bedroom. I blinked in surprise, sitting up a little straighter, still clutching the sheet to my chest. “You… brought it up here?” I asked, a soft laugh escaping me. “I thought you were going to call me downstairs when it was ready.” He set the tray carefully across my lap, then climbed back onto the bed beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. That slow, charismatic smile curved his mouth. “Roberta. You're in my bed. Wearing nothing. Looking like that." He gestured vaguely at me. "Do you really think I'm going to make you get dressed and walk all the way down those stairs after the night we had?” He raised an eyebrow, voice low and teasing. “Not a chance. A real man brings breakfast to his queen. Especially when she looks this beautiful in
Last Updated: 2026-10-02
Chapter: My Lovesick CEORoberta's POV I felt it too. The pull. The want. The way my body was still humming from him. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs again, the ache of wanting him inside me. I want him again. I want him so badly it's ridiculous. It's embarrassing how much I want this. How much I want him. Brett's thumb traced my jawline. His eyes were dark. Heavy. The look in his eyes said the same thing mine probably did. We both wanted it. His thumb brushed my lower lip. “You have no idea how badly I want to take you again,” he said, voice low and rough. “But I’m not trying to wear you out. You’ve had a long day. You need to rest.” I opened my mouth to protest. Who says I want to rest? The thought was immediate and embarrassing. I wanted him inside me again so much it felt almost ridiculous. After everything—the fighting, the jealousy, the years that had gone past—my body still craved him like it had been waiting eight years for this exact night. The intensity of it made my cheek
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
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