My Perfect Husband Was My Destroyer

It was our first New Year's Eve as a married couple. My husband, Zion Gilbert, had told me he was working overtime to earn money for my medical treatments.

To lighten his burden, I'd secretly taken a temporary job as a server at the Grand Light Hotel. I wanted to surprise him.

Instead, the surprise was on me.

I spotted a familiar figure in the corridor. Zion. But he wasn't wearing his usual modest work clothes—he was clad in a bespoke suit, standing toe-to-toe with a woman dripping in designer elegance.