Aria Sinclair​

Today was the most agonizing day of my life—diagnosed with a terminal illness, only to discover my husband's affair.
He held his mistress close, oblivious to the fact that I'd been coughing up blood every single day.
But when I asked for a divorce, fury twisted his face.
"You want a divorce from me? Over my dead body—or yours!"
I swallowed the blood pooling in my mouth and said, "As you wish."

Three years in a sexless marriage, I hid my talents to be his compliant wife, only for him to leave me for my sister.
When I slammed the divorce papers in front of him, I thought I was finally free.
But that night, he pinned me against the wall, his eyes filled with suppressed desire.
"Out looking for men at the bar? That desperate, huh?"
I chuckled softly, my fingertip trailing his Adam's apple: "Since you can't satisfy me, darling, I'll find my own fun... or a real man."
I shoved him away and disappeared into the night. But slowly, my secrets unraveled—a legendary designer and business prodigy. My ex's gaze grew more and more obsessed.
Does he realize the goddess he admires is the wife he once discarded?

My name is Victoria, and today is the most desperate day of my life.
The moment I received my terminal diagnosis, I saw my husband walking out of the maternity ward with his arm around a pregnant woman.
I completely lost it...