My Husband Is Marrying Another Woman Without Divorcing Me

When I was eighteen, Derek stormed into my house and stabbed my father eighteen times.

As the police hauled him away, he met the cameras with a calm, almost proud smile. “Why should I regret it?” he said. “No beast will ever hide behind the name of family to hurt her again. From this day on, Esther is free.”

Years later, when he got out of prison, I had nothing—no money in my pockets, no job offers.

He stubbed out his cigarette, threw himself into the ruthless circles of the capital, and clawed his way up until everyone called him President Vazquez.