A Betrayed Wife Left To Die? She Rose As The Tech Empress
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
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Chapter 1
"Ms. Hudson, the re-exam results are back. It's confirmed—stage two gastric cancer. Are you sure you don't want to tell your family?"
"I appreciate the concern, but that will not be needed."
Heat pressed against Roselyn Hudson the moment she stepped beyond the hospital doors.
Carefully, she tucked the re-exam report into her bag, though all color had drained from her face.
Three years into her marriage with Adrian Riley, everything had already fallen apart. He had betrayed her, and now this illness had come for her as well.
Life had cornered her completely.
Fear of dying had always lingered in Roselyn's heart. Yet after enduring the pain caused by a man who never stayed true, her thoughts settled with a strange clarity.
Since keeping him had proven impossible, letting him go seemed like the only choice left.
After spending a few days setting her plan in motion, Roselyn finally headed to the office.
She returned to her desk, gathered a pile of papers, and made her way up to the office on the seventeenth floor.
Outside the office, she knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Without hesitation, Roselyn turned the handle and stepped inside.
"What do you need?"
Adrian lifted his head, and his dark eyes landed on her with a gaze that gave nothing away.
Sharp lines defined his features, and his presence carried quiet authority. Time spent in the business world had worn away the last traces of his youth, leaving behind a man who was controlled and commanding.
Keeping her voice steady, Roselyn passed him the documents. "These are from the medical checkup last week. The hospital sent them over, and they're asking for your signature."
She set the papers before him, then clicked a pen open and offered it in her hand.
With clear annoyance, Adrian pressed his fingers to his forehead. He did not even bother to read the documents before signing them.
"Don't bring me useless things like this again."
"Understood," Roselyn answered, keeping her voice compliant as she gathered the papers in her hands.
While she made her way toward the door, something beneath the wide desk caught her eye. A strip of white fabric peeked out just enough to be seen.
That skirt was familiar. It belonged to her half-sister, Emma Hudson.
Without lifting her head, Roselyn masked the sharp edge in her gaze and stepped out as though nothing had happened.
Seconds later, the faint sound of a lock engaging drifted out.
Couldn't even wait, could they?
Something heavy settled deep in her chest. It felt like she had been pulled under dark water, with no space left to breathe.
Lowering her eyes, Roselyn slid the final two pages out from the stack she carried.
Had Adrian spared even a brief glance, he would have realized those papers held more than just her diagnosis of mid-stage stomach cancer. The last sheet contained something else entirely.
It was their divorce agreement.
Roselyn had known Adrian since she was only five years old. That same year, her father's affair came to light, and her mother chose to end the marriage.
Both of her brothers remained with their father, while she followed her mother.
Soon after, her father remarried that woman, who moved in along with her daughter, Emma.
Life took Roselyn elsewhere with her mother, and that was when she met Adrian, the boy next door.
They grew up together. He'd once fought for her and ended up with three broken ribs.
A simple fever used to make him sick with worry over her.
And his Facebook had been filled with her pictures.
He had been the one who swore he would stay by her side forever. Now, he had become the one who broke that promise first.
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7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
8.8
My husband thought I was just a docile wife, easily controlled. He didn't know I'd spent five years meticulously dismantling his life. Tonight, his world would finally crumble into dust.
For five years, I endured Jackson's entitled demands and his family's greed, silently funding their lavish life in our Beverly Hills mansion.
My illusion shattered finding his mistress Amber's lingerie in his suitcase. My attorney just severed all financial ties, making Jackson's arrogant demands hollow.
I tossed my diamond ring into the trash, summoning an industrial compactor. Jackson, his mother, and mistress watched in horror as their designer luggage, bought with my money, was crushed, turning their lavish trip into garbage.
A cold, dead smile marked my cathartic release from five years of betrayal. How could they be so blind to the woman they dismissed?
Stepping into an armored Maybach, I left them in chaos. My iPad confirmed Jackson's credit cards freezing. This wasn't just divorce; it was a calculated demolition, making their pampered lives very real.
8.4
On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage.
Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move.
Then, she meets him.
Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close.
He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle.
One impulsive proposal changes everything.
"If you need a wife... marry me instead."
"Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."
8.5
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.