My Husband Called Me the Housekeeper at His Wedding

Synopsis

On our eighth wedding anniversary, my husband placed a five-million-dollar diamond ring on the finger of the woman he had told me was dead. Then he introduced me to the cameras as his housekeeper. The daughter I had raised for fourteen years ran past my open arms, buried herself in that woman’s stolen wedding gown, and called her “Mommy.” As if that weren’t enough, my husband handed me their wedding plans and ordered me to create the perfect ceremony for them. I wiped away my tears and smiled. “Of course. I’ll make it unforgettable.” He thought I was a discarded wife with nowhere else to go. He had no idea that I owned the mansion, controlled every dollar in his accounts—and that the wedding he wanted me to plan would become the stage where I took everything back.