Faking My Death To Escape My Billionaire Wife

Everyone in high society believed I was the luckiest man alive—married to a woman of boundless wealth and power, who loved me with a fierce, almost terrifying devotion.

Until the morning after she confirmed her pregnancy, when I overheard her hushed conversation with her executive assistant outside her study.

"Now that you're expecting, ma'am, what should we do about Trevor and the boy?" the assistant asked in a tense whisper. "The child is already three. If Mr. Mercer ever finds out..."

Victoria’s response was cold and razor-sharp.