Replacing My Toxic Billionaire Wife

Three years into our marriage, Flora brought home a college sophomore.

Before I could even process the insult, she pushed a young, wide-eyed girl into my path.

"I need a little excitement, Alex, and you need company," she said smoothly, as if simply handing over an old coat. "We’re both getting what we want. Don’t hold a grudge."

But this time, she flew too close to the sun.

She came to me later, her tone uncharacteristically pleading, trying to strike a deal:

"Alex, I wasn’t careful. I took precautions, but... I ended up pregnant with Dustin’s baby. The child needs a father on paper.