He Killed His Mother for Me, Then Betrayed Me

When I was eight, Caelan Thorne set fire to an entire mental hospital just to save me.

When I was twenty-three, his mother spat “bitch” in my face, and he stabbed her to death—then proposed to me before her corpse.

Everyone knew Caelan loved me.

But eight years into our marriage, a pregnant girl swaggered into my office. She tossed a hard drive onto my desk—dozens of gigabytes filled with her and Caelan’s encounters. She tore open her collar, revealing a fresh kiss mark, and sneered.

“He’s been sick of you for years. How dare a barren hen like you occupy the title of Mr. Thorne?”