After I Married the Femme Fatale, My Ex Cried

The wealthiest woman in New York’s elite circle was drugged—and ended up sleeping with a college student.

The moment Kimberly regained consciousness, she called me. Her voice was hoarse and panicked.

“Gavin, someone drugged me! I made a mistake. But I gave him money, and he won’t come after me.”

After eight years of love and marriage, I thought it was just a one-time accident.

Six months later, Kimberly went on a business trip. News of a massive earthquake flooded every channel.

By the time I rushed to the hospital, she was lying in the OB-GYN ward, her expression was complicated.