Every minute with my billionaire husband came with a price tag—set by his PhD mistress-secretary. After forcing me to slap myself and stealing $500,000 saved for my dying mother's heart surgery to buy her a handbag, they even gave my mother’s donor heart to her dog. When my mother flatlined, I knew tears couldn't save me anymore. Facing the cold-hearted man who destroyed everything I loved, I raised the knife—not to take his life, but to end his hold on mine.
