Billionaire Husband Begged “Slut” Ex-Wife Back
On my wedding night, I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance after a tampered condom left me in excruciating pain.
The surgery took over twenty-four hours, and the story spread like wildfire.
My husband, Alexander, let it be known that anyone who managed to photograph me in my post-surgery state would be rewarded with ten million dollars.
Overnight, I went from being a billionaire's new wife to the laughingstock of every elite circle in New York.
The next day, Alexander's childhood sweetheart Dahlia showed up at my door.
That was when I learned the truth: she'd coated the condom with industrial-strength adhesive as part of what she called a "social experiment."
She didn't show a shred of remorse. Her tone was flippant and cruel:
"It was just an experiment. I mean, how was I supposed to know you'd react like that? Besides, we both know you were never good enough for Alexander. So drop the act."
Alexander stood beside her, his gaze cold and dismissive:
"If it weren't for the marriage contract, no one would've touched you. You know that, right?"
What he didn't know was that the woman he was calling a slut had saved his life more times than he could count.