Five years of waiting for that nursery—but the baby inside wasn't mine. It was my husband's pregnant half-sister, hidden the whole time.
She played innocent, moved right in, stole my mother's only keepsake, and shattered it in front of me. My husband? He slapped me across the face—for her.
I hid cameras everywhere. Caught every dirty secret. With my billionaire father backing me, I brought his family's empire crashing down. The cheating bastard left with nothing. And that "pregnant" half-sister? All a lie.
Now, by the Aegean Sea, a gentle man kneels with flowers.
This time, I live only for myself.
