Fatal Aura

Arthur was a weak fig, discarded for a soft peach. Rebuilt as Victor—obsidian skin, flawless pouch, lethal scent—he traps his ex-wife's empire and drives her lover's fake pregnancy to rot. She's desperate to fill his perfect vessel, never knowing he's the husband she destroyed. One gala. One trap. Absolute annihilation. She called him trash. Trash learned to poison the soil.