Billionairess By Survival
My body hurt—badly.
The bruises from Logan’s fists were fresh, my ankle throbbed from where he kicked me, and one of my eyes was nearly swollen shut. But I still limped down the hallway with a cold pack in hand, desperate for something… maybe comfort, maybe just his attention. I didn’t know.
Then I heard it—low groans, heavy breathing, the unmistakable sound of skin against skin.
Sweaty. Lustful. Raw.
I opened the door and my heart shattered.
There he was—Logan Hart. My husband. The man I loved more than myself.
And with him? Tessa Black—his girlfriend, his mistress, the perfect model everyone adored. They were tangled in the sheets, bodies slick, eyes wild, too lost in each other to even care that I stood there.
I couldn’t breathe. I screamed.
And Logan… he didn’t even flinch. He didn’t apologize. Didn’t care.
“Get out,” he said coldly. “I’m in the middle of something.”
That was it. That was the moment I broke.
I ran. Limping, shaking, crying—I ran and didn’t look back.
What I didn’t know was… that heartbreak would be the beginning of everything.