The Ghostwriter's Revenge

After five years of marriage, I ghostwrote twelve bestselling novels for my husband and built his success with my own hands.

At the launch party for his new book, he walked in with a rising celebrity on his arm and announced he'd found a new "muse."

When a reporter asked about my contribution, he smiled and cut them off. "Her? Without me, she's nothing."

I just smiled back, calm as ever.

Because from the very first book, he was never really my husband —

He was an investment. One I'd spent five years carefully building up.

And tonight, at the peak of his arrogance,