The flight was delayed, and it was late by the time I finally returned to the States from my training abroad. I tried calling my husband to pick me up, but all my attempts went unanswered. Frustrated, I ended up taking a cab. On the way, I stumbled across a Facebook post from one of his so-called "close friends." The photo showed my husband, Ignacio, kneeling and holding her foot. She was wearing a loose, sheer blouse, her bare shoulder exposed, with a conspicuous love bite on her neck. The caption said, "Only a true friend is always there for you." I commented, "If you like him so much, why not keep him close?" Moments after posting the comment, Ignacio called me, furious. "Elina, have you lost your mind? Delete that comment right now! Rhea Scott is just a single woman, and your nonsense will make everyone misunderstand." "You know she sprained her ankle! I was just helping her out.

For ten years, Clara Vance ghost-created every blockbuster fragrance for Thorne Empire while raising her orphaned sister, Mia. She hid her burn scars and let her fiancé, Julian, take the spotlight. But when Julian brings home a glamorous heiress to be the new 'face' of the company, Clara watches her world crumble. Mia calls the heiress her new role model, and Julian demotes Clara to a mere lab assistant. They think she is a dependent, damaged woman who will quietly accept her replacement. They don't know she secretly patented the ultimate formula under a pseudonym—and she's about to bankrupt them all.

When I caught my blind husband in bed with his nurse, he claimed he thought she was me. I swallowed my pain—until I caught him perfectly reading a text. For six months, Julian faked his blindness to steal my family’s company and plot to take my unborn child. Instead of crying, I calmly signed the divorce papers and walked away. Now, his empire is crumbling, and the wife he discarded has returned to destroy him.

For three years, I was Julian’s secret ghost-chef. I perfected his menus in the shadows while he basked in Michelin stars. When he announced his engagement to a vicious socialite using our private anniversary dish, I stayed silent. When she burned my hands and he rushed to check her designer dress, I walked away. What Julian doesn't know is that I’m not just a lowly sous-chef—I’m the Vance hospitality heiress. And my new fiancé is about to buy Julian’s entire empire.

For three years, I played the struggling art restorer to appease my arrogant husband, Julian. I split every grocery bill to the penny while he secretly lavished his mistress with diamonds. But when my sister needs a life-saving medical flight and Julian refuses to unlock our joint savings, my obedient wife charade ends. Worse, I discover he forged my signature on a massive loan to trap me in debt. He thinks I'll be ruined. He has no idea I'm the secret CEO of Vanguard Auctions, and I'm about to repossess his entire life.

Elara sacrificed her magical core to build a safe haven for her husband Caelum and their adopted daughter. But as the deadly Rift storms approach, Caelum transfers Elara's protective ward-keys to his new lover, casting Elara into the dying outer slums. Branded a madwoman and abandoned by the child she raised, Elara accepts her exile. What they don't know is that Elara is the last living Apex Weaver. When the High Citadel offers her exclusive sanctuary in exchange for saving the realm, Elara takes the deal. Let the storms come—her ex-husband is about to find out exactly who was protecting whom.