My Cheating Ex Plays My Fake Husband

Averie Francis slipped into the VIP hospital ward to surprise her devoted husband, Julian, hoping to share the news of her persistent morning sickness. But through the cracked door, she heard Julian talking to her frail cousin, Stella. Stella whined about her body rejecting the kidney, complaining about Julian having to marry "that disgusting woman" just for her sake. Julian's venomous reply froze Averie's blood. "I wouldn't have touched her if it wasn't the only way to get her to willingly 'donate' her mother's kidney." He proudly confessed to forging her mother's signature on the organ donation forms, effectively murdering her by proxy. To make matters worse, Julian fired Averie from her own multi-million-dollar tech project just to build Stella's resume. When Averie refused to submit to his mistress, he violently shoved her against a doorframe, leaving her bleeding on the floor while he rushed to comfort a "dizzy" Stella. Averie's world completely collapsed. Her perfect three-year marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, her mother’s death was a calculated murder, and she was six weeks pregnant with the child of the monster who orchestrated it all. But instead of crumbling, the shattered pieces of her soul knitted back together into something cold and unbreakable. She quietly secured the forged medical records, burned every designer gift and fake memory in a backyard fire pit, and walked away into the night to destroy his empire.

I used to be the proud "Frostfang Gamma," but after my family was slaughtered and my inner wolf fell silent, I became a broken orphan taken in by the Serrano family. But they didn't adopt me out of kindness. They drugged me with a potent aphrodisiac and locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a bloated, vile official to be ruined. My cousin Carlee had stolen my title and my family's honor. She claimed my loyal father and brothers were traitors, parading herself as the sole surviving hero. Now, she and the family matriarch wanted me completely disgraced so I could never expose her sickening lies. They sent that pig into my room to violate me, while the entire castle turned a blind eye, eagerly waiting for my destruction. "She is just a wolfless piece of trash now. Let him have his fun." I lay there, my body burning from the drug, filled with agonizing rage. Why should my loyal family die as traitors while this imposter bathed in stolen glory? Why should I be sacrificed for their greed? I refused to be a lamb waiting for the slaughter. Instead of submitting to my fate, I scaled the castle walls, dropping into the forbidden North Wing to make a desperate deal with the mythical "Ancient One." Now, returning to their grand banquet with the most terrifying Lycan in the kingdom standing behind me, it was time to collect my blood debt.

Years after ghosting my online boyfriend, I returned to the U.S. as a successful journalist, completely transformed. My first big assignment was a documentary on his world-champion esports team. He was Emmett Burke, the team captain, and he didn't recognize me at all. Instead of recognition, I was met with pure hatred. During our first interview, he publicly called our past relationship a "deception," a lesson that taught him to only trust what's real. The man who once loved my online persona, "Aria," now looked at me with cold contempt. To make matters worse, my social-climbing mother-now his stepmother-had lied to him years ago, painting me as a cruel catfish just to get me out of the way. He believed her, and his bitterness was a constant, painful reminder of the past I couldn't escape. It hurt knowing I'd caused his pain by disappearing, but his utter dismissal of what we had felt like a fresh betrayal every day. I thought there was no hope, that he would hate "Aria" forever. Until one night, he found a box of my old things my mother tried to throw away. Inside was a photo of my old self with "Aria" written on the back, and a medal he had sent me all those years ago.

I returned to Veridia City to avenge my mother, a brilliant scientist framed for medical fraud and driven to her grave. But my biological father, who had abandoned us years ago, suddenly brought me back to his luxurious mansion. I thought he finally felt a shred of guilt. Instead, he just needed a disposable pawn to sell off in an arranged marriage to the wealthy Duncan family to save his failing business. His new wife and son looked at me like I was trash from the slums. When I went to enroll at the city's most elite academy, a snobby teacher deliberately sabotaged me with an impossible placement test, wanting to humiliate me in front of everyone. "If you fail, you will get on your knees, apologize, and get out of this city forever!" Everyone waited to watch the uneducated country bumpkin make a total fool of herself. They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic girl they could easily manipulate and crush. They had no idea that beneath this fragile disguise, I was actually "The Surgeon," the underground medical miracle, and "King," the world's most feared hacker. Forty minutes later, I tossed the perfectly scored exams onto the desk, forcing the arrogant teacher into a public apology. As I walked out the gates, the city's most ruthless tycoon—and my supposed fiancé's uncle—leaned out of his Bentley and locked eyes with me. "Found you." They thought they had trapped a weak pawn in their gilded cage, but they had just invited the grim reaper right to their front door.

Elsie stood completely alone in the pouring rain at her father's freshly dug grave. Before she could even mourn, a black SUV pulled up, and Roland Cantu shoved a marriage contract into her hands. He claimed her father had embezzled three billion dollars from the Carlisle group, leaving her with a massive debt. "Sign the marriage contract, and the debt is forgiven." When Elsie refused to marry a dying man, Roland threatened to instantly cut off her mother's life support and her own vital heart medication. Forced to sign, she was dragged to the Carlisle fortress, stripped of her clothes, scrubbed with harsh chemicals, and locked in a glass medical cage. Inside, she was guarded by Axel Stone, a ruthless proxy who treated her like a corporate assassin. When Elsie simply tried to give her dying husband a sip of water, Axel slapped the cup away and accused her of poisoning it. "Get on your knees and drink it." He violently forced her head toward the puddle on the cold floor, triggering a massive, near-fatal cardiac event. Even after she survived and proved her innocence, Axel still ordered her only warm meal thrown into the garbage disposal. Elsie didn't understand why her father was framed, or why she was trapped in this paranoid nightmare with a sadistic madman. But as she stared at the empty kitchen counter, her fear finally turned into burning anger. Since they desperately needed her alive to produce an heir and secure their trust fund, she would use their own leverage against them. She was going to demand a child through IVF, survive this prison, and tear this twisted family apart to clear her father's name.

For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison. But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed. "Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back." That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins. When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them. He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets. Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage. Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died. I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned. But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows. I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate. Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile. The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.