Divorced Before He Knew I Was an Heiress
I used to think loving Karl Varek long enough would make him love me back.
Even when high society mocked me for being a poor orphan who didn’t belong beside the billionaire heir of the Varek empire, I endured it all quietly.
After all, his grandfather forced him to marry me because I once saved his life. I knew Karl never wanted me but I still foolishly believed that one day, I could become more than just his unwanted wife.
I was wrong.
For three years, my husband humiliated me openly. He brought different women home, let the media compare me to his beautiful ex-girlfriend, and watched silently while everyone treated me like a shameless gold digger clinging desperately to the Varek name.
But the cruelest part? I still stayed.
The night I discovered I was pregnant, I thought everything would finally change. I rushed to tell Karl the news only to overhear him telling his friends that I was nothing more than a burden forced onto him by his grandfather.
He said I disgusted him. He said I was never worthy of becoming his wife. And while his ex sat in his arms, he looked me in the eyes and admitted he would never love me.
Heartbroken and humiliated, I walked into the street and got hit by a car.
But when I woke up in the hospital, I couldn’t remember the man I once loved so desperately.
Suddenly, the wife who used to beg for Karl’s attention no longer cared about him.
And for the first time in three years, Karl Varek panicked at the thought of losing me.