The Billionaire's regret: My twins don't need a daddy.
The man I married whispered my sister’s name on our wedding night.
Six years ago, I was forced to marry the billionaire meant for my sister, trapped inside a marriage built on lies, humiliation, and secrets. By the time it ended, my family had destroyed my name, the man I married hated me, and I had lost everything except the two heartbeats growing inside me.
So I left.
Now I’m back.
Not as the invisible woman they once blamed for everything, but as a successful CEO with an empire of my own, twins who don’t know their father, and divorce papers waiting to be signed.
But returning to Manhattan means facing the past I buried, the family who betrayed me, and the man who still has no idea what I took with me the night I walked away.