He Married His Mistress While I Miscarried, Then Found Out I'm an Heiress

The twelfth year of being with Zane Swanson, I scrolled past a mutual friend's repost. A marriage certificate. His and some scholarship girl's.

The caption read: "Seven hard years. Legal at last."

For a moment I just stared, certain it had to be some kind of prank.

After all, everyone in our circle knew Zane loved me more than his own life.

Years ago, protecting me, he'd taken three broken ribs and nearly died at a dinner table.

I got in the car right away to go ask him myself.

Instead, I overheard him talking with a friend.