Five years into their marriage, it wasn't until their maid mentioned it that Serena Collins found out her husband, Liam Bennett, had a secret compartment hidden in his study. She started digging and realized Liam had been playing happy family with the neighbor next door, the three of them living it up like a real little family. On top of that, he had been moving money around, planning to leave her with nothing and stick her with a pile of debt. At the company's anniversary gala, Serena called him out in front of everyone. Then she cut off the Bennett Group's funding and, in the end, kicked Liam right out of the company he had helped build. Liam was back to square one, broke and alone, just like when they first met. And the woman he thought was his true love bailed on him the second the money was gone. Serena, though, went on to find real happiness all over again.

To save my bestie, I got kidnapped, beaten half to death, and lost my uterus. When I was lying on that surgery table, she was holding some kid's hand and calling my husband "Daddy." It turned out that the whole kidnapping gig was something they cooked up together. To wear me down and force me to cave, they kept slinging mud at me, trying to paint me like some kind of psycho. They figured with no family backup, a busted body, and a scrambled mind, I'd be a sitting duck, ready for the slaughter. But on their wedding day, I ruined their reputations and had them rotting in prison for the rest of their lives!

Three years into our marriage, my husband brought my half-sister into our home and literally told her, "Your sister is just a placeholder." He actually thought I'd beg him to stay. Cute. Instead, I let the paparazzi in myself and served their bedroom photos straight to the tabloids. When he tried to frame me for embezzlement to ruin my reputation and force me to back down, I clapped back with a court-ordered asset division that quietly drained every single cent he owned. Flash forward a bit, he's holding my pregnant sister, acting all high and mighty, and throws me a bone. "If you agree to raise this kid, you can stay my wife." I just linked arms with a literal billionaire tycoon, looked him dead in the eye, and scoffed, "Be your wife? Honey, right now, you're not even worthy of wiping my shoes."

The moment I caught my fiancé cheating, he was asking another woman to pick up my engagement ring from her cleavage by her lips. That ring wasn't just jewelry. It was the symbol of my family's legacy. The mistress giggled and asked, "Aren't you worried she might get mad?" Victor smirked, completely unconcerned. "Chloe's too obedient. Tell her to do something, she does it. It's boring as hell. No excitement at all. You're the fun one. If she walks in right now, I'll have her pouring drinks and waiting on you." I raised my gun and shattered the whiskey glass in his hand with a single shot. Victor's face drained of color. His legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed onto the floor.  I ripped off my engagement ring and threw it down. The engagement was over. To force me to come crawling back, he cut off my shipping routes and seized my territory. So I turned to the man Victor feared most. His uncle, the godfather who ruled the country's entire mafia empire and the most powerful man in his family. I offered him a partnership. Together, we'd make Victor regret everything. Not long afterward, Victor hit rock bottom. Desperate and losing his mind, he came pounding on my front door. The moment the door opened, he froze. His terrifying, untouchable uncle had me pinned against the wall, kissing me fiercely. The godfather's neck was covered in fresh scratch marks. He wiped the lipstick from the corner of his mouth, raised a gun, and pointed it at Victor. "Harass your aunt again, and I'll have you chopped into pieces."