The Billionaire's Betrayal A Wife's Revenge

On my twentieth birthday, I married Alex Fleming. He set off fireworks for me over Victoria Harbor—a century's worth of light painting the sky.

On my twenty-eighth birthday, he brought home a pregnant girl and had her serve me tea. "This is my new eighth concubine, Lily Abbott. Honey, starting today, you'll help me take care of her."

The woman's pale eyes burned with ambition. She called me "sister" through gritted teeth, holding the teacup but refusing to kneel.

I wasn't surprised. My lips curled into a mocking smile. "This one isn't even as sensible as the previous seven.