After years of battling infertility, my world crumbled when my husband abruptly filed for divorce. In a fit of rage, I stormed out of the house and drove away, only to pull over on the roadside, desperate for solace. Trying to call my best friend, I mistakenly dialed my husband’s number. I wanted to hang up, but then I heard it—my best friend's voice. They were laughing and talking intimately, the kind of laughter that made me wonder why I was still listening. Then it hit me like a punch to the gut—they were together, cheating. Devastated, I turned the car around, determined to sign the divorce papers and end this nightmare. But fate intervened. An accident robbed me of my memories. One month later, I awoke from a coma. The first face I saw was my husband’s, coldly demanding my signature on the divorce documents. Filled with a mix of anger and resignation, I hastily complied. Just as he was about to leave the hospital, a shocking revelation stopped him in his tracks: I was pregnant—but not with his child. Instead, I was carrying the baby of the wealthiest man in the country, Nathan Griffin, his stepbrother. How this happened remained a mystery. Nathan, driven by a desire for revenge against his stepbrother, offered me a contract marriage. “It’s a paper of agreement. I'm offering you a contract marriage.” He started. “This contract will last for five years.” He said. Consumed by a mix of desperation and revenge, I agreed. But what happens when I discover that the man who just offered to marry me hates me to the core and is dedicated to causing me nothing but pain?

I used to think he took my breath away. I lied—I was choking on his bullshit. “I never loved you, Valentina,” he said evenly. “And if you weren’t so dense, you’d have realized that three years ago.” His words cut through me like a razor blade. Not only had I been used—I had been discarded, tossed aside like a rag doll. Three months later, I’m the hotcake nobody can resist—desired not by one billionaire, but two, both ready to set the world on fire for me.