The Billionaire's Revenge She Betrayed Me First

On the day my mother died, my wife, Hannah Pruitt, took a tumble down the stairs. Just like that, our unborn child was gone.

While I drowned in grief, Hannah played the considerate wife perfectly. She squeezed my hand, voice soft. "Focus on Mom's funeral. I'll check myself into the hospital to recover. Don't worry about me."

She used her recovery as a shield. For a month, she barely set foot in our home.

Then came the day I visited a new café and casually exchanged WeChat contacts with the young man at the counter.