The Billionaire’s Scorned Bride

The rain splashed against the windows of the sleek black sedan. I sat in the back seat, staring at the divorce papers in my lap. I didn't feel like crying anymore. Instead, I felt a spark of fire in my chest that I hadn't felt in years."Ma'am, we are arriving at the Frost Towers," the driver said.I looked up. The giant glass building stood tall against the city skyline. This was my empire. For three years, I had managed this multi-billion-dollar tech firm through encrypted emails and late-night calls while Silas slept in the next room. He thought I was playing mobile games or shopping online. He had no idea I was the person making the world’s most advanced digital blueprints.I stepped out of the car. My old sneakers hit the pavement, but my head was held high. I walked into the lobby, and the security guards froze. They hadn't seen me in person since I married Silas."Welcome back, CEO Frost," they said in unison, bowing their heads.I ignored them and went straight to the private

I didn't sleep at all. I spent the whole night staring at the medical file I found in my trunk. It was a record from the city hospital, dated two years ago. The notes were clear: Patient Silas Vane. Condition: Temporary blindness due to a car accident. Primary Caregiver: Rebecca Vane.I touched the paper. Silas had always believed Seraphina was the one who held his hand during those dark weeks. He thought she was the one who read him his favorite books and fed him soup when he was too weak to hold a spoon. In reality, Seraphina was in Paris with a fashion photographer. I was the one who slept on a hard plastic chair by his bed. I was the one who made sure he didn't lose hope.When he finally got his sight back, my mother and Seraphina had pushed me out of the room. They told him Seraphina had just stepped out for a second. He believed the lie. And I, wanting him to be happy, never corrected him.Now, I looked at my watch. It was 7:55 AM.I sat behind my massive desk on the top floor o