After Securing the Billionaire Heir, My Cheating Husband is Useless

On our wedding night, Julian and Chloe had a wild, scandalous night at a six-star hotel.

She even FaceTime-called me to gloat. I didn't even bother to listen—I just blocked and deleted her.

By the time I handled the PR control with the media and drove to the Vance estate, it was already noon the next day.

Julian was kneeling outside the mansion gates, his back covered in bloody whip marks.

Seeing me, he gritted his teeth. "Claire, you just love running to my parents, don't you? Give up. I will never love you. Giving you the title of Mrs. Vance is already insulting Chloe.