The Monster I Called My Husband

Synopsis

My husband, who was diagnosed as sterile, somehow got a fertile college girl pregnant. He was thrilled—so thrilled that he planned to keep it a secret until the baby was born. But fate had other plans. I caught them together at the hospital. When I confronted him, shaking with rage, I demanded to know how he could betray me, the wife who had helped him secure multi-billion-dollar business deals. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he handed me a divorce agreement and said coldly, "You can't give me a child. Emmy's already in her second trimester, and she needs me. I'm going to marry her and give her a real home." Then came the final blow. "Sign it. If we end things peacefully, you can keep your place in the company." I refused. That was when his revenge began. He had me thrown in jail, froze all my assets, and—worst of all—took my parents, both suffering from heart conditions, and strapped them to a drop tower ride. "Divorce me, and I'll let them go. Refuse, and you can watch them die." I broke down, sobbing and begging, and finally signed the papers on my knees. But the moment my pen left the page, the drop tower released. I watched, screaming, as my parents plummeted. Their bodies shattered midair, blood and bone raining down on me. "No!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the moment Charles Foster had handed me that divorce agreement. This time, I slammed both the divorce papers and my resignation letter on his desk. "As you wish."