My Husband Bet on My Life, So I Married His Worst Nightmare

Synopsis

Three days before our wedding anniversary, my husband, who hated the sea, surprisingly wanted to take me on a luxury cruise. But an anonymous video shattered the sweet illusion. Victor Lewis and his cronies were actually betting on my unborn child and me. They were betting on whether I'd collapse in tears when he proposed to his mistress in front of everyone. The bet? That they'd force me, six months pregnant, to put on a swimsuit and jump into the sea. The worst part was the truth about my brother's death on the operating table. Victor moved that donor heart himself, and he did it to make his mistress smile. It turned out my three-year marriage was nothing but a slow soak in poison. I signed the old prenup that had been sitting in a drawer for years, the one that could strip him of everything. During the lavish cruise banquet, he dropped to one knee in front of his new flame. I flashed my ace, smiled, and turned to embrace the "lunatic" I once feared. Victor, your game was over, and I was the one flipping the table. A shark cage? He was the one who belonged down there.