The Billionaire's Abandoned Wife Her Revenge Rebirth

Thanks to my IQ of 140, Richard Gilbert hand-picked me himself. He had me sign a contract with one purpose: marry his son, produce an heir. So I became Ethan Gilbert's wife in name.

Seven years of marriage. My belly never showed a thing.

Ethan, on the other hand? In those same seven years, he got eighteen different women pregnant.

Every single day, I watched the nanny carry in abortion notices—stacks of them, thick as snowflakes.

I couldn't take it anymore. I went to find Ethan myself.

"Let's get a divorce."

He looked at me, utterly bored. "What game are you playing now?"