Reborn to Ruin Him The Ex-Wife's RevengeChapter 1
My best friend had a thing for matchmaking.
To broadcast her love story with the richest man in the city, she paired everything in their house: toothbrushes, slippers, you name it. And now, apparently, I was the next item on her list.
"It's called a power couple! My assistant and my boyfriend's right-hand man. A match made in heaven!"
In my previous life, that absurd setup had forced Stan Delgado into marrying me.
For three years after the wedding, he treated me like a queen. He doted on me, spoiled me rotten, and made me believe I'd actually married for love.
Then came the day I went into labor at ten months, hemorrhaging on the delivery table, begging him to come to the hospital and sign the surgical consent form.
On the other end of the line, he laughed. A cold, contemptuous laugh.
"A beggar's bastard? You think that's worth my signature?"
My blood ran cold as he dismantled three years of marriage, word by word:
"Weren't you the one who went along with your little friend's matchmaking game? Annette and I are the real match. As for someone like you, you belong in the gutter with the rest of the trash."