She took a bullet for this family.Not figuratively. She stood in front of danger, bled for them, and called it love.Then one day, her daughter climbed into her lap and asked why Daddy's other woman felt more like Mommy.The other woman was her sister.Her husband didn't deny it. He looked her in the eye — the woman who had built him from nothing, who had sacrificed everything to make him the man he was, and told her he had never loved her. That it was always her sister. That she should learn to accept it.Her family rooted for this shameless pair, casting her aside.She stood there watching her husband, her sister, and her daughter laugh together like a picture she had been cropped out of. There was no place for her in that home. No place for her anywhere.And she was dying. One year, was all she had left.So she stopped wasting it. She walked away and she was done playing nice.She became the woman nobody saw coming - top fashion designer to the world's biggest celebrities, a business empire built in silence, a name that made powerful men nervous.And then there was Adrian. Her husband's greatest rival. A surgeon just as brilliant, twice as dangerous, and the only man who had ever looked at her like she was worth the world.Revenge was never sweeter than when they were all watching.